Intro:           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 I hear it’s music ringing It sounds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing? But 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?                                 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 prision cell and dungeon vile our thoughts to them are winging when friends by shame are undefiled how can I keep from singing?