Sideglances
by SARAH GREENE
Oct 10, 2013 | 542 views | 0 0 comments | 11 11 recommendations | email to a friend | print
AT THE Wesley House in Gilmer where I am one of the “assisted living” residents, there is entertainment by singer-pianists who select their own themes for the day.

When the time came for Gospel requests, I asked for When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder.

This old hymn, written by James M. Black in 1893, is available today from Faith Publishing House’s Evening Light Songs, 1949.

But to my surprise, it was not in any of the four Gospel song books that the pianist-entertainer had brought with her.

THIS RELIC of my childhood is important enough that I looked up the lyrics, which are:

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.

Refrain:

When the roll is called up yonder,

When the roll is called up yonder,

When the roll is called up yonder,

When 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.

Refrain a second time. . .then

Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,

Let us talk of all His wondrous 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.

THIS OLD favorite is too valuable to be relegated to what has been called “the ash heap of history.”
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