Our lives flow on in endless song,
above earth’s lamentations
We hear the real, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation:
Through all the tumult and the strife we hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in our soul -
How can we keep from singing?
What though our joys and comforts die?
The Lord our saviour liveth!
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth;
No storm can shake our inmost calm
while to that rock we’re clinging;
Since Christ is Lord of Heav’n and earth,
How can we keep from singing?
We lift our eyes to see his face,
though dimly, as reflection
And holding dear his glorious cross
we await our resurrection!
The peace of Christ delights our hearts
A fountain ever springing:
All things are ours since we are his -
How can we keep from singing?
credits
from Songs from The Crowded House,
released January 5, 2014
Words: Robert Lowry (1826-1899) and The Crowded House
Music: Rob Spink