My life goes on in endless song Above earth's lamentations I hear the real, though far-off hymn That hails a new creation. Through all the tumult and the strife I hear it's music ringing, It sounds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing? When tyrants tremble in their fear And hear their death knell ringing, When friend rejoice both far and near How can I keep from singing? In prison cell and dungeon vile Our thoughts to them are winging, When friends by shame are undefiled How can I keep from singing?
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