Someday I'll quit this vale of tears,
And I no more as now shall sigh;
I'll bid farewell to all my fears,
And with my Saviour rest on high.
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 coming Lord will call,
I cannot tell how soon 'twill be,
But this I know, my "All in all"
Has now a place in heaven for me.
Someday I'll meet Him in the air,
It may be morn, or noon, or night;
And this I know, His voice I'll hear,
And gaze upon His glory bright.
Someday, I know 'twill not be long;
He says, "Behold, I quickly come";
Soon, soon I'll join in heaven's song,
And dwell with Him in His bright home.