Someday 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.
Someday 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.
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, when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy tinted west,
My blessed Lord shall say, "Well done!"
And I shall enter into rest.
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: till then I'll watch and wait,
My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
That when my Savior opes the gate,
My soul to Him may take its flight.
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.
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.