Some day I’ll cross the mys­tic stream,
It won’t be long, it may be soon;
Some day I’ll lay my bur­dens down,
It won’t be long, it may be soon.
Some day I’ll reach the gold­en shore,
And dwell with Je­sus ev­er more;
I’ll meet the ones who’ve gone be­fore;
It won’t be long, it may be soon.

Some day this mor­tal life shall cease,
It won’t be long, it may be soon;
Some day I’ll see my Sav­ior’s face,
It won’t be long, it may be soon.
Some day I’ll leave this vale of tears,
Forget the strug­gles of long years;
I’ll know no sor­row, pain nor fears;
It won’t be long, it may be soon.

He’s coming back with glo­ry rare,
It won’t be long, it may be soon;
We’ll rise to meet Him in the air,
It won’t be long, it may be soon.
If He should call me, this I know:
I’m saved and rea­dy now to go;
I’m wait­ing with my heart aglow;
It won’t be long, it may be soon.

Then, as you travel on life’s way,
Thro’ wa­ters deep or bil­lows’ foam;
You may have Je­sus as your stay,
He’ll walk with you and lead you home.
O bro­ther, will you let Him in?
He’ll save and keep you free from sin,
Till Heav­en’s door you en­ter in;
It won’t be long, it may be soon.

There’ll be no sor­row there,
There’ll be no sor­row there;
In Heav­en ab­ove where all is love,
There’ll be no sor­row there.