Sometime we’ll stand before the judg­ment bar,
The quick, the ris­en dead;
The Lord will then make known the re­cord there;
Our names will all be read.

Refrain

I’ll be pre­sent when the roll is called,
Pure and spot­less thro’ the crim­son flood;
I will an­swer when they call my name;
Saved thro’ Je­sus’ blood.

I’ll then re­ceive a bright and star­ry crown,
As on­ly God can give;
And when I’ve been with Him ten thou­sand years,
I’ll have no less to live.

Refrain

Then we shall meet to ne­ver part again,
Our toil will then be o’er;
We’ll lay our bur­dens down at Je­sus’ feet,
And rest for­ev­er­more.

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