A Crown in Heaven You Shall Wear

I know there’s a home for the good that la­bor here

Just be­yond death’s val­ley dark and cold

And the ones that reach that home so bright and fair

Shall wear a glit­ter­ing crown of gold.

Labor on

la­bor on

For a crown in Heav­en you shall wear;

Labor on

la­bor on

la­bor on

For a crown in Heav­en you shall wear.

I know there’s a land that is beau­ti­ful and bright

Just be­yond the Jor­dan’s tur­bid roar;

And I soon shall pass be­yond all mor­tal sight

To pro­mised Canaan’s hap­py shore.

There we’ll nev­er grieve—but re­joic­ing fac­es see

As we near the bright eter­nal shore;

Where the an­gels wait with crowns for you and me

With them we’ll dwell for­ev­er­more.