| My life flows on in endless song
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| Above earth’s lamentation.
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| I hear the real though far-off hymn
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| That hails a new creation.
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| No storm can shake my inmost calm
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| While to that rock I’m clinging
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| It sounds an echo in my soul,
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| How can I keep from singing?
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| What though the tempest round me roars,
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| I know the truth, it liveth,
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| What though the darkness round me close,
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| Songs in the night it giveth
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| No storm can shake my inmost calm
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| While to that rock I’m clinging
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| Since love is lord of heaven and earth
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| How can I keep from singing?
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| I lift my eyes, the cloud grows thin;
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| I see the blue above it;
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| And day by day this pathway smooths,
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| Since first I learned to love it.
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| The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
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| A fountain ever springing;
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| All things are mine since I am his,
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| How can I keep from singing? |