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 word shall gather over

On the other shore

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

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

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

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