Chorus
When the roll . . . is called up yon . . . der,
When the roll . . . is called up yon . . . der,
When the roll . . . is called up yon . . . der,
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
Let me labour for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,
Let me talk of all His wondrous love and care;
Then, when all of life is over, and my work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
163—WHO COULD IT BE?
Somebody came and lifted me
Out of my sin and misery;
Somebody came, oh, who could it be,
Who could it be but Jesus?
Chorus
Who could it be, oh, who could it be,
Who could it be but Jesus?
Who could it be, oh, who could it be,
Who could it be but Jesus?
Somebody bent so tenderly,
Pleading so long and patiently;
Somebody came, oh, who could it be,
Who could it be but Jesus?
Somebody whispered sweet and low,
Telling me just the way to go;
Somebody spoke—I listened, and lo!
Who could it be but Jesus?
Somebody holds my hand each day,
Guiding my feet lest I should stray;
Walking with Him, how blessed the way!
Who can it be but Jesus!
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