My life flows on in endless song; Above earth’s lamentation. I hear the sweet, though far off, hymn
that hails a new creation: through all the tumult and the strife, I hear the music ringing; it finds an echo in my soul -- how can I keep from singing?
What though my joys and comforts die? The Lord my Savior liveth; what though the darkness gather round, songs in the night He giveth. No storm can shake my inmost calm while to that refuge clinging; since Christ is Lord of Heav'n 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 Lowry, 1860