My life flows on in endless song, above earth’s lamentation.
I hear the clear though far-off hymn that hails a new
creation.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to that Rock I’m clinging.
Since love is Lord of heav’n and
earth, how can I keep from singing?
Through all the tumult and the strife, I hear that music
ringing.
It finds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing?
No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to that Rock I’m clinging.
Since love is Lord of heav’n and
earth, how can I keep from singing?
What though my joys and comforts die? I know my Savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round? Songs in the night he
giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to that Rock I’m clinging.
Since love is Lord of heav’n and
earth, how can I keep from singing?
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Words and Music by Robert Lowry, 1869.
This is the hymn that my niece and my daughter will be singing for the memorial service for my Dad. I am accompanying them on the piano. I'm hoping for 'inmost calm' while I play.
3 comments:
It's a beautiful hymn, and I'm sure your father will be enjoying it.
Beautiful words. Good luck keeping it together while you play.
What a lovely tribute. I'll pray, too.
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