The Great Roll Call 229
Tune: Seaborn McDaniel Denson, Thomas Jackson Denson and Joseph Summerlin James, 1909
Lyrics: Lacy Freer Shaffer, 1909
Meter: 8s,7s Double (8,7,8,7,8,7,8,7)
At the sounding of the trumpet,
When life’s work is last is o’er,
And we gather in that circle,
Where we never met before.
Shall we hark with rapt'rous longing,
To the calling of the roll,
Or shall we be fearful trembling,
Like some guilty frightened soul.
We shall gather, we shall gather,
We shall gather one and all,
We shall gather, we shall gather
At the Savior’s great roll call.
Shall we meet the Savior gladly
As He stands without stretched arm,
Shall we feel we’ve done our duty,
And have no cause for alarm,
Or as we stand there shall we know
We have failed to serve the Lord,
Only workshiped Him half-hearted
Seldom read His precious word.
Come, then let us do our duty
As we journey on the way,
That our meeting may be joyous
In that great and perfect day,
For the time is not far distant
When we gather, one and all,
We must harken to that trumpet
And answer that great roll call.