"Some day," I say, as the doubts and fears
Struggle within my breast, ",
Some day" I'll be quite free from tears,
And happy with the blest.
For often the waves of sorrow come,
To beat down our thoughts of grace;
We darkly see our far off home
But then 'twill be "face to face.''
"Some day," I say, as I think of those
Whom God bath called away
From trials and cares that round us close,
And sin's dark shadow gray,
`Why should my heart so sadly long
When some day on Heaven's strand,
I'll hear their voice like a sweet, sweet song,
And press each long lost hand."
"Some day," I say, as I struggle on,
When all of my work seems vain,
"Some day" I'll see, where I failed and wept,
E'en there was my greatest gain.
"Some day" will find me before that throne
More glorious than the sun,
And sweeter than any earthly tone
Will sound my Lord's "Well Done."
Messages of God’s Love 12/1/1901