SOME DAY THE SILVER CORD WILL BREAK

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 heav'n for me.


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.


Some day: till then I'll watch and wait,

My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,

That when my Saviour ope's the gates,

My soul to him may take its flight.