I shall lay the cross aside,
Some day, some glad day;
Safely pass to Ca­naan’s side,
Some day, some glad day;
If I live a life of pray­er,
And the cross for Je­sus bear,
I a glo­ri­ous crown shall wear,
Some day, some glad day.

I the sin­ners’ friend shall see,
Some day, some glad day;
See the wounds once made for me,
Some day, some glad day;
I shall press close to His side,
Who for me was cru­ci­fied,
And shall then be sa­tis­fied,
Some day, some glad day.

I shall meet the friends of yore,
Some day, some glad day;
And with them the Lamb adore,
Some day, some glad day;
There at Je­sus’ sac­red feet
Saints of ev­ery clime I’ll meet,
Hold with them com­mun­ion sweet,
Some day, some glad day.

I shall lean on Je­sus’ breast,
Some day, some glad day;
Find a sweet, a per­fect rest,
Some day, some glad day;
On that bright eter­nal shore
All our sor­rows will be o’er;
We shall meet to part no more.
Some day, some glad day.