My life goes on 
in endless song 
above earth's lamentations, 
I hear the real, 
though far-off hymn 
that hails a new creation. 
Through all the 
tumult and the strife 
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it sounds an echo in my soul. 
How can I keep from singing? 
While though the 
tempest loudly roars, 
I hear the truth it liveth. 
And though the darkness 
'round me close, 
songs in the night it giveth. 
No storm can shake 
my inmost calm 
While to that rock I'm clinging. 
Since love is lord of 
heaven and earth, 
how can I keep from singing? 
 
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When tyrants tremble in their fear 
and hear their death knell ringing, 
when friends rejoice 
both far and near 
how can I keep from singing? 
In prison cell and dongeon vile 
our thoughts to them are winging, 
when friends by  
shame are undefiled 
how can I keep from singing?  
 
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