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Twelfth Sunday after Pentecost


My life flows on in endless song;
Above earth's lamentation,
I hear the sweet, tho' far-off hymn
That hails a new creation;
Thro' all the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul—
How can I keep from singing?

What tho' the tempest loudly roars?
I hear the Truth, it liveth;
What tho' the darkness gather close?
Songs in the night it giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging;
Since Love is Lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?

I lift my eyes; the clouds grow thin;
I see the blue above it;
And day by day this pathway clears,
Since first I learned to love it,
The peace of God restores my soul,
A fountain ever springing;
All things are mine since I am loved--
How can I keep from singing?
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