I hear a song, a song so sweet,
I try all vainly to repeat
Its melody, and trusting say,
I'll sing it, if God will, some day.
Some day, some hap — py day to be,
My voice will learn its melody,
And I shall sing the songs so sweet
Of rest and heaven at Jesus' feet.
Some day my journey will be done,
Earth will be lost and heaven won;
And when the long rough way is trod,
I shall behold my Saviour God.
Some day, some hap — py day to be,
My voice will learn its melody,
And I shall sing the songs so sweet
Of rest and heaven at Jesus' feet.
“Some day," I say, content to wait
The opening of the jasper gate —
Come soon or late, that day will be
The dawn of endless rest to me.
Some day, some hap — py day to be,
My voice will learn its melody,
And I shall sing the songs so sweet
Of rest and heaven at Jesus' feet.
When comes the time for me to go,
The homeward path I may not know;
But in God's hand my own I'll lay,
And He will lead me home “some day."
Some day, some hap — py day to be,
My voice will learn its melody,
And I shall sing the songs so sweet
Of rest and heaven at Jesus' feet.