| My life goes on in endless song
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| Above earth’s lamentations
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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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| Through all the tumult and the strife
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| I hear it’s 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 though the tempest loudly roars?
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| I hear the truth, it liveth
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| What though the darkness 'round me grows?
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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 in their 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? |