When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more

And the morning breaks eternal, bright and fair

When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore

And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there!

On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise

And the glory of His resurrection share

When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies

And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there!

Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,

Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;

Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done

And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there!

When the roll, is called up yonder,

When the roll, is called up yonder,

When the roll, is called up yonder

When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there!