My life flows on in end­less song;
Above earth’s la­men­ta­tion
I hear the sweet though far off hymn
That hails a new cre­ation:
Through all the tu­mult and the strife
I hear the mu­sic ring­ing;
It finds an ec­ho in my soul—
How can I keep from sing­ing?

What though my joys and com­forts die?
The Lord my Sav­ior liv­eth;
What though the dark­ness ga­ther round!
Songs in the night He giv­eth:
No storm can shake my in­most calm
While to that re­fuge cling­ing;
Since Christ is Lord of Heav’n and earth,
How can I keep from sing­ing?

I lift mine eyes; the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it;
And day by day this path­way smoothes
Since first I learned to love it:
The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fount­ain ev­er spring­ing:
All things are mine since I am His—
How can I keep from sing­ing?