Songs

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound

		
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			P.M.

1	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! 

2	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! 

3	Let us labour for the Master 
	From the dawn till setting sun, 
	Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care; 
	Then,  when all of life is over, 
	And my work on earth is done, 
	And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there!

					J.M. Black