I'll fly away, Oh glory, I'll fly away,
When I die, Hallelujah bye and bye, I'll fly away.
Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly away,
To a home where joy shall never end, I'll fly away.
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 on that bright eternal shore,
When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there.
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there.
Let us labor for the Master from the dawn 'till set of sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care,
When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there.