When the Lord returns to earth again
And the trump of God rings out,
And the saints of all the ages
Go to meet Him with a shout;
Will you proudly go to greet Him,
And tell Him all you've done?
Will you tell Him how you've labored
And of the souls you've won?      

Would your point of embarkation,
If on Sunday Morn He came
Be from the house of worship
Where His people praise His name?      

Will the thoughts He finds you thinking
Be the kind you'll think up there?
Will the words He finds you using
Be the kind you'd speak in prayer?      

Though we don't know just when He'll come
To call forth all His own,
If we'll live for Him each moment
We'll hear Him say, "Well done!"