Some day the silver cord will break,And I no more as now shall sing;But oh, the joy when I shall wakeWithin 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.
Some day my earthly house will fall.I cannot tell how soon ’twill be;But this I know—my All in AllHas now a place in Heav’n for me.
Some day, when fades the golden sunBeneath the rosy tinted west,My blessèd 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 Savior opens the gate,My soul to Him may take its flight.