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Words: Fanny Crosby
Music: George C. Stebbins
From: Guitar Picker -
Saved by Grace

F                   C7         F
Some day the silver cord will break,
         Bb      G         C7
And I no more as now shall sing;
F                    C7      F
But oh, the joy when I shall wake
             Bb   F  C7  F
Within the palace of the King!

F                           C7
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story — Saved by grace;
And I shall see Him face to face,
    F7       Bb       F    C7  F
And tell the story — Saved by grace.

Some day my earthly house will fall.
I cannot tell how soon ’twill be;
But this I know, my All in All
Has now a place in heav’n for me.


Some day, when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy tinted west,
My blessed Lord will say, “Well done!”
And I shall enter into rest.


Some day: till then I’ll watch and wait,
My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
That when my Saviour opens the gate,
My soul to Him may take its flight.