When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more
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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. 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. Let us labour for the Master from the dawn till setting sun: Let us talk of all his wond'rous 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. |
Tuba finem ubi temporis edixerit Dei, venietque lux privata termino, steterint ubi caelestibus litoribus pii, ego quoque numerandus adero. Sine nube cum nitebit ea lux, dominici orientur oriente Domino; ut ad alta lecta turba ea levabitur, ibi ego quoque numerandus adero. Tenebras adusque pensa properabimus Eri, et agemus gratias benefico; ubi et ultimo labore soluemur famuli, ego quoque numerandus adero. |