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 that music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul-
How can I keep from singing?

What though earth's joys and comforts die?
The Lord my Saviour liveth.
What though its darkness gathers round?
Songs in the night He giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that refuge clinging;
Since Christ is Lord of heaven 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 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?

C. G. A.