Jw Broadcasting - Song 151- he will call

^G1. Life, like a mist, ^Emappears for just a ^Gday, Then disappears tom^Corrow. ^AmAll that we ^Emare can qui^Fckly fade away, ^EmReplaced with tears and sorrow. ^CIf a man should die, ^Gcan he live again? ^CHear the promise G^Emod has mad^De:

^GHe will call;The dead will answer. ^EmThey will live at his com^Cmand. ^GFor he will have a l^Conging ^CmFor the work of his own ^Ghand. ^GSo have faith, and do not wonder, ^EmFor our God can make us st^Cand. ^GAnd we will live for^Cever, ^CmAs the work of his own h^Gand.

2. ^GFriends of our God, t^Emhough they may p^Gass away, Will never be fors^Caken. ^AmAll those asle^Emep who in G^Fod’s mem’ry stay, ^EmFrom death he will awaken. ^CThen we’ll come to see all t^Ghat life can be: ^CParadise e^Emternall^Dy.

^GHe will call;The dead will answer. ^EmThey will live at his comm^Cand. ^GFor he will have a l^Conging ^CmFor the work of his own h^Gand. ^GSo have faith, and do not wonder, ^EmFor our God can make us st^Cand. ^GAnd we will live for^Cever, ^CmAs the work of his own h^Gand.