The Roll Call in Heaven

When the mes­sage from the Lord shall come

And work on earth is o’er

And the morn­ing breaks in Heav­en bright and fair

When the trum­pet from the clouds shall sound

We’ll ga­ther on that shore—

At the call­ing of the roll I’ll be there.

At the call­ing of the roll

At the call­ing of the roll

At the call­ing of the roll

At the call­ing of the roll I’ll be there.

There no night or dark­ness e’er shall come—

Our mas­ter lights the shore—

With the an­gels we the harps and songs will share

And we’ll dwell there in the man­sions

That our mas­ter has in store—

At the call­ing of the roll I’ll be there.

In the vine­yard of our mas­ter

Let us la­bor with our might

Let us tell the love of Je­sus ev­ery­where

For our work will soon be ov­er

And we’ll stand in Je­sus’ sight—

At the call­ing of the roll I’ll be there.

When we reach the glo­ri­ous pro­mised land

To dwell for­ev­er­more

Love and sun­shine fill­ing all with beau­ty rare

Where the streets are paved with pre­cious gold

Along the heav’n­ly shore—

At the call­ing of the roll I’ll be there.