Records

There will come a day

Sometime

some­time

When the books will be op­ened in Heav’n;

When the Judge will sit

On the great white throne

And the sons of men

Will stand forth alone

To re­ceive the sen­tence giv’n

To re­ceive the sen­tence giv’n.

Records

re­cords

re­cords

We are writ­ing ev­ery day!

Writing

writ­ing

writ­ing

As we tra­vel life’s high­way!

Glory! glo­ry! glo­ry!

We shall dwell be­yond earth’s strife

If our re­cord’s clear

And our names ap­pear

In the Lamb’s great book of life.

In that re­cord there

Somewhere

some­where

You are writ­ing your re­cord each day;

And whate’er it be

Whether dark or fair

As ’tis written there

It will stand up there

In the re­cord book for aye

In the re­cord book for aye.

There’s ano­ther book

Somewhere

some­where;

’Tis the Lamb’s book of life

Pure and fair;

And His blood alone

Can for sin atone

And pre­sent you fault­less

Before the throne

If your name’s found writ­ten there

If your name’s found writ­ten there.