How Can I Keep From Singing chords

My life flows [E]on in e[A]ndless s[E]ong above e[B]arth's lament[E]ation [B]
I hear the s[E]weet, though [A]far off [E]hymn...that hails [C#m]a new [B]crea[E]tion
Through all the t[G#m]umult a[C#m]nd the st[E]rife...I he[C#m]ar it's music ri[E]nging [B]
It sounds an e[E]cho i[A]n my s[E]oul[G#m] , how can I k[C#m]eep f[B]rom s[E]inging?

What though my joy[E]s and comf[A]orts di[E]e? I k[B]now my Savio[E]r live[B]th.
What though the d[E]arkness r[A]ound me cl[E]ose, songs in the [C#m]night [B]He g[E]iveth
No storm can sh[G#m]ake my i[C#m]nmost c[E]alm...while [C#m]to that refuge cli[E]nging [B]
Since Christ is [E]Lord of [A]heaven and e[E]ar[G#m]th, how can I[C#m] keep f[B]rom si[E]nging?

I lift my e[E]yes, the c[A]loud grows t[E]hin, I se[B]e the blue abo[E]ve it [B]
And day by d[E]ay this pa[A]thway sm[E]oothes, since [C#m]first I learned [B]to l[E]ove it
The peace of C[G#m]hrist m[C#m]akes fresh my h[E]eart, a f[C#m]ountain ever spri[E]nging [B]
All things are m[E]ine since [A]I am H[E]is.[G#m] ..how can I k[C#m]eep fr[B]om s[E]inging?