When the mes­sage from the Lord shall come,
And work on earth is o’er,
And the morn­ing breaks in Hea­ven bright and fair,
When the trum­pet from the clouds shall sound,
We’ll ga­ther on that shore—
At the call­ing of the roll I’ll be there.

Refrain

At the call­ing of the roll,
At the call­ing of the roll,
At the call­ing of the roll,
At the call­ing of the roll I’ll be there.

There no night or dark­ness e’er shall come—
Our mas­ter lights the shore—
With the an­gels we the harps and songs will share,
And we’ll dwell there in the man­sions
That our mas­ter has in store—
At the call­ing of the roll I’ll be there.

Refrain

In the vine­yard of our mas­ter
Let us la­bor with our might,
Let us tell the love of Je­sus ev­ery­where,
For our work will soon be ov­er,
And we’ll stand in Je­sus’ sight—
At the call­ing of the roll I’ll be there.

Refrain

When we reach the glo­ri­ous pro­mised land,
To dwell for­ev­er­more,
Love and sun­shine fill­ing all with beau­ty rare,
Where the streets are paved with pre­cious gold
Along the heav’n­ly shore—
At the call­ing of the roll I’ll be there.

Refrain