When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more And the morning breaks eternal, bright and fair The chosen ones will gather over on the other shore And 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 all the saints will gather to their home beyond the sky And the roll is called up yonder I'll be there Let us labour for the master from 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