When the Lord's trumpet 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 morning when the dead in Christ shall rise
And the glory of His resurrection share;
When the 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

Let us labor for the Master till setting sun
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
Then when all of life is over, and our work is done
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there

When the Lord's trumpet 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
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