When the roll is called up yonder

When the trumpet of the Lord sounds and time is no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair,
When the saved of the earth gather,
And the roll is called up yonder, will you be there?

On the bright and cloudless morning,
When the dead in Christ rise, and share in the glory of His resurrection,
When His chosen ones gather to their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, will you be there?

☆With reference to James Milton Black's When the roll is called up yonder ☆