First Line: Some day, but when I cannot tell,

Some day, but when I cannot tell,
To toil and tears I'll bid farewell ;
For I shall with the angels dwell,
Some day, some blessed day.

Some day, . . . some day, . . .
I'll be at home with Christ to stay,
Some day, some blessed day.

2 Some day within the gates so fair,
A golden harp my hands shall bear;
And glistening robes of white I'll wear,
Some day, some blessed day.

3 Some day I'll see my Saviour's face,
And, welcomed to His blest embrace,
Shall with His people find a place,
Some day, some blessed day.

4 Some day, some blessed day, I know
I'll find the loved of long ago,
And learn how much to Christ I owe,
Some day, some blessed day.