When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder

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 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.

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.

Let us la­bor for the Mas­ter

From the dawn till set­ting sun

Let us talk of all His won­drous love and care;

Then when all of life is ov­er

And our work on earth is done

And the roll is called up yon­der

I’ll be there.