My life flows on in endless song;
Above earth's lamentation.
I catch 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?

I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it;
And day by day this pathway smooths,
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?