When the trump of God shall ush­er in
The aw­ful judg­ment day,
I ex­pect to hear the Sav­ior call my name;
For I’m trust­ing in the pro­mis­es,
His Word my con­stant stay,
O I’m sure I’ll hear the Sav­ior call my name.

Refrain

Glory, glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah!
I ex­pect to hear the Sav­ior call my name;
Glory, glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah!
I ex­pect to hear the Sav­ior call my name.

When the skies shall roll to­ge­ther, and
The stars all dis­ap­pear,
I ex­pect to hear the Sav­ior call my name;
He will dis­ap­point me ne­ver, and
My soul shall know no fear,
For I’m sure I’ll hear the Sav­ior call my name.

Refrain

O how sweet will be the mu­sic when,
Before the blood-washed throng,
I shall hear the bless­èd Sav­ior call my name;
Come, ye bless­èd, this His wel­come,
To the home pre­pared for you;
I’ll be glad to hear the Sav­ior call my name.

Refrain