when the trumpet

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!

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!

Let us labor for the Master
From the dawn �til 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!

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!