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.
Call me an old-fashioned girl.
I definitely can't hang long with the contemporary group.
Guess I'll always be a traditionalist at heart.
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.
My grandma took me to church as a little girl.
I still sat by her as an adult (most of the time anyway).
Her voice singing is a permanent recording in my head.
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.
Victory In Jesus.
In The Sweet By And By.
Leaning On The Everlasting Arms.
Sing me an old hymn and my eyes will start to water.
One of these days, I'll be sitting by her in church again.
When the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
3 comments:
That has always been one of my favorite hymns. Why is it so few churches sing those good old songs these days?
I don't know, Donna. We try to go the more modern route sometimes (as far as churches that feature primarily contempory music). Nothing wrong with that, but we always end up back in a church with the hymns. Every week I'll nudge my girl and say, "Grandma loved this one." I just love singing the old hymns.
Your post brought very precious memories to my mind. :-) We tend to lean more toward the 'older' songs as well.
~Blessings, Teresa~
Post a Comment