Words: , 1911.

Music: . Gei­bel wrote this melody af­ter his son-in-law was killed in a steel mill ex­plo­sion:

Lying sleep­less in bed brood­ing over his per­son­al sor­row and his daugh­ter’s dis­tress, he had sud­den­ly heard a voice say­ing, “Child, you do not un­der­stand it now, but some day you’ll un­der­stand; some day it will all be plain!”…[He] cried out in an­swer, mak­ing the words of the dis­traught fa­ther of a de­mon-poss­essed son had spok­en to the Lord, his ve­ry own words, “Yes, Lord, I be­lieve, help Thou mine un­be­lief! I know that Thou wilt make it plain to me some day.”…The fol­low­ing day, Adam wrote out his mu­sic and a rough idea of the stan­zas he felt would be ap­prop­ri­ate, and mailed his man­u­script to Mrs. Li­da Shi­vers Leech at her New Jer­sey home, re­quest­ing her to ed­it his lines and add some lines of her own to com­plete the po­em he need­ed.

I do not know why oft ’round me
My hopes all shattered seem to be;
God’s perfect plan I cannot see,
But some day I’ll understand.


Some day He’ll make it plain to me,
Some day when I His face shall see;
Some day from tears I shall be free,
For some day I shall understand.

I cannot tell the depth of love,
Which moves the Father’s heart above;
My faith to test, my love to prove,
But some day I’ll understand.


Tho’ trials come thro’ passing days,
My life will still be filled with praise;
For God will lead thro’ darkened ways,
But some day I’ll understand.