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.

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 Heaven 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.

Someday: Till Then I’ll Watch And Wait,
My Lamp All Trimmed And Burning Bright,
That When My Savior Open The Gate,
My Soul To Him May Take Its Flight.