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My life goes on in endless song above earth's lamentation, I hear the real, though far-off hymn that hails a new creation. Through all the tumult and the strife I hear its music ringing, It sounds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing? (...) is loudly rose I hear the true (...) And the darkness rounds me close Songs in the night it give it. No storm can shake my (...) (...) the rock I'm climbing Since love is lord of (...) How can I keep from singing? When tyrants tremble in their fear and hear their death knell ringing, when friends rejoice both far and near how can I keep from singing? In prision cell and dungeon vile our thoughts to them are winging, when friends by shame are undefiled how can I keep from singing?