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 word 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 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