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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. |
