Ill Leave Without Saying Good Bye

If Jesus should come x 2
I will welcome the call from on high
There is nothing to hold me
No money nor home,
I'll leave without saying good-bye.

CHORUS
I'm longing (to go x 2)
If the trumpet Lord should sound
From the mansions on high
I'll leave without saying good- bye.

My garments are spotless
I've washed my robes white
For the blood is flowing over my soul
The way is so clear
Though it's dark as the night
For a saint keeps his eyes on the goal.

CHORUS
I'm longing (to go x 2)
If the trumpet Lord should sound
From the mansions on high
I'll leave without saying good- bye