My life flows on in endless song; br Above earth’s lamentation br I hear the sweet though far off hymn br That hails a new creation: br Through all the tumult and the strife br I hear the music ringing; br It finds an echo in my soul— br How can I keep from singing? br br What though my joys and comforts die? br The Lord my Savior liveth; br What though the darkness gather round! br Songs in the night He giveth: br No storm can shake my inmost calm br While to that refuge clinging; br Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth, br How can I keep from singing? br br I lift mine eyes; the cloud grows thin; br I see the blue above it; br And day by day this pathway smoothes br Since first I learned to love it: br The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart, br A fountain ever springing: br All things are mine since I am His— br How can I keep from singing?br br Robert Wadsworth Lowrybr br