There will come a day,
Sometime, some­time,
When the books will be op­ened in Heav’n;
When the Judge will sit
On the great white throne,
And the sons of men
Will stand forth alone,
To re­ceive the sen­tence giv’n,
To re­ceive the sen­tence giv’n.

Refrain

Records, re­cords, re­cords,
We are writ­ing ev­ery day!
Writing, writ­ing, writ­ing,
As we tra­vel life’s high­way!
Glory! glo­ry! glo­ry!
We shall dwell be­yond earth’s strife,
If our re­cord’s clear,
And our names ap­pear
In the Lamb’s great book of life.

In that re­cord there,
Somewhere, some­where,
You are writ­ing your re­cord each day;
And whate’er it be,
Whether dark or fair,
As ’tis written there,
It will stand up there,
In the re­cord book for aye,
In the re­cord book for aye.

Refrain

There’s ano­ther book,
Somewhere, some­where;
’Tis the Lamb’s book of life,
Pure and fair;
And His blood alone
Can for sin atone,
And pre­sent you fault­less
Before the throne,
If your name’s found writ­ten there,
If your name’s found writ­ten there.

Refrain