F. J. Crosby
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;
2
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.
3
Some day, when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy tinted west,
My blessed Lord will say, “Well done!”
And I shall enter into rest.
4
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.
