When The Trump Of God Shall Usher In


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

Refrain:
Glory, glory hallelujah!
I expect to hear the Saviour call my name;
Glory, glory hallelujah!
I expect to hear the Saviour call my name.

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

O how sweet will be the music when, before the blood-washed throng,
I shall hear the blessed Saviour call my name;
“Come, ye blessed,” this his welcome, “to the home prepared for you;”
I’ll be glad to hear the Saviour call my name. [Refrain]