He will call

Life, like a mist, appears for just a day
Then disappears tomorrow
All that we are can quickly fade away
Replaced with tears and sorrow
If a man should die, can he live again?
Hear the promise God has made

He will call the dead will answer
They shal live at his command
For he will have a longing
For the works of his own hand
So have faith, and do not wonder
For our God can make us stand
And we shall live forever
As the work of his own hand

Friends of our God, though they may pass away
Will never be forsaken
All those asleep who in God's mem'ry stay
From death he will awaken
Then we'll come to see all that life can be
Paradise eternally

He will call the dead will answer
They shal live at his command
For he will have a longing
For the works of his own hand
So have faith, and do not wonder
For our God can make us stand
And we shall live forever
As the work of his own hand