Chris Tomlin - How can i keep from singing

^GThere is an endless song, echoes i^D/F#n my soul, I he^Em7ar t^D/F#he mu^Gsi^Em7c ri^Cng ^DAnd though the st^Gorms may come, I am h^D/F#olding on, and ^Em7to t^D/F#he ro^Gck ^Em7I cl^Cing.

^GHow can I keep from singing Your pr^Daise' How can I e^Cver say e^G/Bnough' How ama^Czing is Your lo^Dve' ^GHow can I keep from shouting Your n^Dame' I know I am lo^Cved by the K^G/Bing, and^C it makes my he^Dart want to s^Ging

^GI will lift my eyes in the darkest n^D/F#ight, for I kn^Em7ow m^D/F#y Sav^Gio^Em7r li^Cves ^Dand I will walk with Y^Gou knowing You see me th^D/F#rough and si^Em7ng t^D/F#he so^Gngs ^Em7You g^Cive

I can s^Am7ing in the troubled t^G/Bimes, S^Cing when I w^Din I can s^Am7ing when I lose my st^G/Bep, And^C fall down a^Dgain I can s^Am7ing 'cause you pick m^G/Be up, S^Cing 'cause You're th^Dere I can s^Am7ing 'cause You hear me L^G/Bord, When I ca^Cll to You in pr^Dayer I can s^Am7ing with my last br^G/Beath, S^Cing for I kn^Dow That I'll s^Am7ing with the an^G/Bgels And The sa^Cints around the th^Drone