Someday The Silver Cord Will Break,
And I No More As Now Shall Sing;
But Oh, The Joy When I Shall Wake
Within The Palace Of The King!
And I Shall See Him Face To Face,
And Tell The Story—Saved By Grace;
And I Shall See Him Face To Face,
And Tell The Story—Saved By Grace.
Someday My Earthly House Will Fall.
I Cannot Tell How Soon ’Twill Be;
But This I Know—My All In All
Has Now A Place In Heav’n For Me.
Someday, When Fades The Golden Sun
Beneath The Rosy Tinted West,
My Blessed Lord Will Say, “Well Done!”
And I Shall Enter Into Rest.
Some Day: Till Then I’ll Watch And Wait,
My Lamp All Trimmed And Burning Bright,
That When My Saviour Opens The Gate,
My Soul To Him May Take Its Flight.