The world is full of sing­ing,
I hear it ev­ery­where;
The flow­ers their bells are ring­ing
Out on the scent­ed air;
And up above, around me,
The si­lent an­thems roll,
For the glo­ri­ous Lord has found me,
And there’s mu­sic in my soul;
For the glo­ri­ous Lord has found me,
And there’s mu­sic in my soul.

My heart was fond of sigh­ing,
With just some breaks of song,
As self was ev­er try­ing
To make its weak­ness strong;
But now in Him con­fid­ing,
His Word has made me whole,
And ev­er in Christ abid­ing,
There’s mu­sic in my soul.
And ev­er in Christ abid­ing,
There’s mu­sic in my soul.

My heart was full of sad­ness,
Of over-weigh­ty care,
But now the oil of glad­ness
Has turned to praise the pray­er;
And so I keep pur­su­ing
And press to­wards the goal;
But pray­ing, wait­ing, do­ing,
There’s mu­sic in my soul;
But pray­ing, wait­ing, do­ing,
There’s mu­sic in my soul.

And so my heart keeps sing­ing
Unto the Mas­ter’s Word,
And it is al­ways sing­ing
Just like a spring­time bird.
I know not what the harps may be
When the heav’n­ly an­thems roll,
But I know that Heav’n is near to me,
For there’s mu­sic in my soul;
But I know that Heav’n is near to me,
For there’s mu­sic in my soul.