My life flows on in endless song
above earth’s lamentation.
I hear the real, though far off hymn
That hails the new creation.
Above the tumult and the strife,
I hear the music ringing.
It sounds an echo in my soul,
How can I keep from singing?
What though the tempests 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 lord of heaven and earth
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
Our though to them are winging
When friends by shame are undefiled
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.
Above the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing.
It sounds an echo in my soul,
how can I keep from singing?
The Irreverent Reverend 