I am thinking to-day of that beautiful land I shall reach when the sun goeth down ; When through wonderful grace by my Saviour I stand, Will there be any stars in my crown ?
Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown, When at evening the sun goeth down ? . . . When I wake with the blest in the mansions of rest, Will there be any stars in my crown ? . . .
2. In the strength of the Lord let me labour and pray, Let me watch as a winner of souls, That bright stars may be mine in the glorious day When His praise like the sea-billow rolls.
3. Oh, what joy will it be when His face I behold, Living gems at His feet to lay down ; It would sweeten my bliss in the city of gold, Should there be any stars in my crown