1 “Some day,” you say, when passing by souls bowed in grief and care,
“When fear and pride have fled away and I have time to spare,
I’ll labor for my Master, help these souls their ills to bear.”
“Some day” may be too late.
“Some day” may be too late
For death may shut the vineyard gate.
The time is now this very hour,
Some day may be too late.
2 “Some day,” you say, when you behold some tott’ring slave to drink,
“When I have filled my store-house, I from duty shall not shrink;
I’ll fight the Liquor Traffic, snatch these brothers from the brink”
“Some day” may be too late.
“Some day” may be too late
For death may shut the vineyard gate.
The time is now this very hour,
Some day may be too late.
3 “Some day,” you say, when Jesus pleads with tender voice and sweet,
And shows to you His bleeding brow and side and hands and feet,
“Some day, not now, I’ll heed His plea and seek the mercy seat.”
“Some day” may be too late.
“Some day” may be too late
For death may call; oh, do not wait.
The time is now this very hour,
Some day may be too late.
4 “Some day,” you say, “I’ll have more time my faith in Him to prove,
And then I’ll help my Lord to win the object of His love,
That I may win a shining crown in paradise above.
“Some day” may be too late.
“Some day” may be too late
For death may close the golden gate.
The time is now this very hour,
Some day may be too late.
Source: Christian Gospel Hymns: for church, Sunday school, and evangelistic meetings: contains the cream of all the old songs, and the very best of all the new #20