Just a few days and then naught will avail us,
The thought of the crown that we might yet have won;
And ah! what the sorrow, If we miss on the morrow
Our share in that joy, when He whispers, “Well done.”
Just a few days and then naught will avail us,
The thought of the crown that we might yet have won;
And ah! what the sorrow, If we miss on the morrow
Our share in that joy, when He whispers, “Well done.”