Someday I’ll quit this vale of tears, And I no more as now shall sigh; I’ll bid farewell to all my fears, And with my Saviour rest on high. 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 coming Lord will call, I cannot tell how soon ’twill be, But this I know, my “All in all” Has now a place in heaven for me. Someday I’ll meet Him in the air, It may be morn, or noon, or night; And this I know, His voice I’ll hear, And gaze upon His glory bright. Someday, I know ’twill not be long; He says, “Behold, I quickly come”; Soon, soon I’ll join in heaven’s song, And dwell with Him in His bright home.