Some Day 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.

Some Day 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.

Some Day, When Fades The Golden Sun
Beneath The Rosy-Tinted West,
My Blessed Lord Shall 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 Open The Gate,
My Soul To Him May Take Its Flight.