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Someday we’ll cease our toiling here,
Our hopes are now on things above;
Someday, without a doubt or fear,
We’ll gather home to those we love.
Some blessed day, oh, joyful day,
When we shall speed from earth away!
Our feet shall press that golden shore,
To be with Christ forevermore.
Someday the cord of life will break,
That holds us to our house of clay,
In which we groan till we shall wake
In that fair home of endless day.
Some blessed day, oh, joyful day,
When we shall speed from earth away!
Our feet shall press that golden shore,
To be with Christ forevermore.
Oh, glorious hope,
the sweet someday!
That hope the anchor of our soul,
To keep us saved in Christ the way,
And trusting Him though billows roll.
Some blessed day, oh, joyful day,
When we shall speed from earth away!
Our feet shall press that golden shore,
To be with Christ forevermore.
Someday—the time
seems strangely near,
When life’s frail thread
shall severed be,
And we shall see that home so dear,
From earthly cares forever free.
Some blessed day, oh, joyful day,
When we shall speed from earth away!
Our feet shall press that golden shore,
To be with Christ forevermore.
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