How Can I Keep from Singing

My life flows on in endless song,
above earth’s lamentation
I hear the real though far-off hymn
That hails a new creation.

Though all the tumult and the strife
I hear that music ringing;
It sounds an echo in my soul:
How can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
And hear their death knell ringing;
When friends rejoice, both far and near,
How can I keep from singing?

In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging:
When friends by shame are undefiled:
How can I keep from singing?

What though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, It liveth!
What 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 heav’n and earth:
How can I keep from singing?