When He Calls the Roll

I shall stand with the saved by His grace

When He comes

I shall look on His face;

And His likeness I’ll bear

And a bright crown shall wear

When my Savior shall call the roll.

When He calls the roll

When He calls the roll

When my Savior calls the roll in the sky

When He calls the roll

When He calls the roll

I shall meet Him in the clouds on high.

I shall sing the sweet song of the blood

I shall wear the great name of my Lord

In the city of gold

With its glories untold

When my Savior shall call the roll.

All my work will be tried in His light

No more shadows shall darken my sight;

And the Savior I own

Will be King on a throne

In the day when He calls the roll.