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| When The Roll Is Called |
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| 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 |
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| When the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there |
| 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 I’ll be there |
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| On that bright and cloudless morning |
| When the dead in Christ shall rise |
| And the glory of his resurrction share; |
| When His chosen ones shall |
| Gather to their home beyond the skies, |
| And the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there. |
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| Let us labour for the Master |
| From the dawn till setting sun, |
| Let us talk of all His wonderous love and care |
| Then when all of life is over |
| And our work on earth is done, |
| And the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there. |
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