Religious Music - How Can I Keep from Singing? lyrics
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)(Oh, above) the tumult and the strife
I hear its music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?
What though my joys and comforts die?
(What though the temptest loudly roars,
The Lord my Savior liveth;
(I hear the truth it liveth;)
And though the darkness 'round me close,
songs in the night *He* (it) giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that *refuge*(rock) I'm clinging.
Since Christ (Love) is Lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?
When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
And hear their death-knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near,
How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile,
Our thoughts to them go winging;
When friends by shame are undefiled,
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?
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)(Oh, above) the tumult and the strife
I hear its music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?
What though my joys and comforts die?
(What though the temptest loudly roars,
The Lord my Savior liveth;
(I hear the truth it liveth;)
And though the darkness 'round me close,
songs in the night *He* (it) giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that *refuge*(rock) I'm clinging.
Since Christ (Love) is Lord of heaven 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?
Robert Wadsworth Lowry
Thanks to Jonathan Mou for these lyrics
Thanks to KMO27 for correcting these lyrics
