My life flows on in endless song
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Above earth's lamentation.
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I hear the real, thought far off hymn
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That hails the new creation
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Above the tumult and the strife,
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I hear the music ringing;
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It sounds an echo in my soul
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How can I keep from singing?
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What through the tempest loudly roars,
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I hear the truth, it liveth.
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What through the darkness round me close,
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Songs in the night it giveth.
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No storm can shake my inmost calm
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While to that rock I'm clinging.
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Since love is lord of Heaven and earth
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How can I keep from singing?
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When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
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And hear their death-knell ringing,
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When friends rejoice both far and near,
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How can I keep from singing?
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In prison cell and dungeon vile
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Our thoughts to them are winging.
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When friends by shame are undefiled,
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How Can I Keep From Singing
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| Bruce Springsteen |
