SOME day, some glad, sweet day

We shall be like our blessed Lord

And see Him as He is.

Soon we shall strain our

Weary eyes no more

To catch, beyond this earthly

House of fettering clay,

A gleam of heavenly glory

From His radiant face.

Some day, some fair, sweet day

His loving hand will wipe

Away our tears. His tender

Voice will thrill our souls

With rapture, when we

Hear Him say, “Well done,

Dear heart, well done,

My joy is thine; for thee

The victor’s crown is won.

“Thou hast been faithful,

Thou hast borne the cross,

The thorns have pierced thy feet;

But now the Night is past—

The Day hath come—bright,

Glorious Day of endless joy and love.

The trial time hath proved thee true,

And thou art safe, beloved,

In thy Father’s home.”

We will be faithful, will the

Burdens bear, sustained by grace Divine.

In meek submission to Thy holy will,

Dear Lord, by faith we clasp Thy hand

As side by side we tread the Narrow Way

And wait—for it will surely come—

Some day, some dear, sweet day.

O, tarry not too long!

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