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. |
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When the roll, is called up
yon-der, |
When the roll, is called up
yon-der, |
When the roll, is called up
yon-der, |
When the roll is called up
yonder I’ll be there. |
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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. |
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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. |
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Refrain |