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