Sometime (Fielder)

Sometime the hands

Grown wea­ry with life’s toil­ing

Shall fold­ed be across the pulse­less breast

Sometime the heart

With care and pain long ach­ing

Shall be at rest.

Sometime the feet

That climb life’s rug­ged mount­ain

Shall leave their prints no more along the way

But pause be­side some cool

life giv­ing fount­ain

No more to stray.

Sometime the eyes

Grown dim with cease­less watch­ing

Amid the mists that shroud our earth­ly way

Shall close awhile to greet again at wak­ing

A clear­er day.

Sometime the soul

Too tired for long­er stay­ing

Where dirg­es make the me­lo­dy of years

Shall fall asleep to wake ’mid heav­en­ly mu­sic

That knows no tears.

Sometime our pil­grim­age here

Will be end­ed

Life’s bat­tles fought

and vic­to­ries be won;

Sometime we’ll hear the Sav­ior’s

Welcome plau­dit

Serv­ant

well done!

Sometime

we know this earth­ly

House will crum­ble

Its beau­ty fade

its mor­tal pow­ers de­cay.

But we’ll abide with­in the heav’n­ly man­sions

Thro’ end­less day.