Some Day
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Some day upon our raptured sight will dawn
The perfect day;
Some day will break the bright and cloudless morn
When Christ shall say,
"Amid the shadows of the desert wide,
No longer stay;
Arise my love, my fair, my longed for Bride,
And come away."
Some day upon our list'ning ear will fall
His voice of love;
Some day He'll come into the clouds and call
His Bride above;
With all His own to meet Him in the air
To see His face.
To pass into those heavenly scenes so fair,
And praise His grace.
Some day we'll be with Christ for ever nigh,
No more to stray;
Some day we'll reach the heavenly home on high.
Perhaps today!
Oh then to join the heavenly host to swell
The Saviour's praise;
Oh then, of His redeeming love to tell,
Through endless days.
H. Smith.