| 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 the new creation
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| Above the tumult and the strife
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| I hear the music ringing;
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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 through the tempest loudly roars
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| I hear the truth, it liveth
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| What through 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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| When tyrants tremble, sick with fear
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| And hear their death-knell ringing
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| When friends rejoice both far and near
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| How can I keep from singing?
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| In prison cell and dungeon vile
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| Our thoughts to them are winging
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| When friends by shame are undefiled
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| How can I keep from singing? |