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.
Chorus:
When the roll … is called up yonder,
We’ll be filled … with joy and wonder,
When we see … that blood bought number,
Some from every tribe and nation will 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 live to please the Savior 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.