जब प्रभु का तुरही फुकेगा समय ना रहे-
खिल उठेगी भोर अनंत और खुबसूरत
पृथ्वी के उद्दार पाए मिलेंगे उस किनारे में
नाम पुकारने के वक्त होगा वहाँ मेरा नाम
नाम पुकारने के वक्त होगा( 3)
नाम पुकारने के वक्त होगा मेरा नाम
उस उज्जवल सवेरा जब मसीह में मरे जी उठे
उसकी जी उठने की महिमा बाटें
उसके चुनें हुए पहुंचे अपने घर आसमान के पार
नाम पुकारने के वक्त होगा वहां मेरा नाम
परिश्रम करे स्वामी के हित सवेरे से शाम तक
उसके प्यार और देखभाल की गुणगान करे
जब होगा इस जीवन समाप्त मेरा कूश्ती भी पूरा
नाम पुकारने के वक्त होगा वहां मेरा नाम
नाम पुकारने के वक्त होगा( 3)
नाम पुकारने के वक्त होगा वहां मेरा नाम
Jab prabhu ka turahi fukega samay na rahe
Khil utegi bor ananth aur khubsurat
Priathwi ke udaar paye milenge us kinare me
Naam Pukaarne ke wakt hoga waha mera naam
Naam pukarne ke waqt hoga( 3)
Naam pukaarne ke wakt hoga mera naam
Us ujjwal sabera jab masih me mare ji ute
Uski ji uthne ki mahimaa baate
Uske chune hue pahunche apne ghar aasman ke paar
Naam pukarne ke wakt hoga waha mera naam
Parishram kare swami ke hith sabera se shaam tak
Uske pyar aur dekhbaal ki gungan kare
Jab hoga es jeevn samapth mera kushti be pura
Naam pukarne ke waqt hoga waha mera naam
Naam pukarne ke waqt hoga( 3)
Naam pukarne ke waqt hoga waha mera naam
Vocals:-Faith Jose IPC Rajasthan \ key Board Siji Faith
Malayalam lyrics are available Use the link
Lyrics |Mr. James Milton Black
USA 1856-1938 Born in South Hill, NY, Blac
The Story Behind…
“When the Roll is Called Up Yonder”
The president of a certain Young People’s Society once chanced to meet a girl of fourteen, poorly dressed and a drunkard’s daughter, whom he invited to join the Society and to attend Sunday School. She did this and attended for a time, but one evening at a dedication meeting, when the Society’s roll of members was called, and each member responded with a text, there was no response from this girl.
Remarking on her absence, the president, Mr. J. M. Black, spoke of the sadness of anyone being absent when the names were called of those written in the Lamb’s Book of Life, and then added the prayer, “O God, when my own name is called up yonder, may I be there to respond!”
Wanting something suitable to sing on this occasion, Mr. Black searched the hymn book but could find nothing, and after the meeting was ended, on his way home he still kept wishing for such a hymn.
On reaching home the words of the first stanza of a new hymn came to his mind in full.
Within fifteen minutes the two following verses were also written down, and then Mr. Black turned to the piano. “I played the music,” he said, “just as it is found today in the hymn books, note for note, and I have never dared to change a single word or note of the song.”
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 over on the other shore,
And 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.
On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the glory of His resurrection share;
When his chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all his wondrous love and care;
Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
