When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,
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And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
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When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
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And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
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When the roll, is called up yon-der,
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When the roll, is called up yon-der,
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When the roll, is called up yon-der,
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When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there.
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On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise,
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And the glory of His resurrection share;
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When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,
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And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
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When the roll, is called up yon-der,
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When the roll, is called up yon-der,
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When the roll, is called up yon-der,
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When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there.
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Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,
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Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
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Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done,
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And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
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When the roll, is called up yon-der,
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When the roll, is called up yon-der,
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When the roll, is called up yon-der,
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When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there.
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When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder
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| Brenda Lee |
