Song of Victory

Crowns of glo­ry in the land of the blest

We shall re­ceive when our toils are o’er;

There the wea­ry from their la­bors rest

Singing to Je­sus praise ev­er­more;

Pressing on­ward

strang­ers here be­low

Looking up­ward

cheer­ful­ly we go

Where the crys­tal wa­ters mur­mur low

In the land of song.

Crowns of glo­ry in the land of the blest

We shall rec­eive when our toils are o’er;

There the wea­ry from their la­bors rest

Singing to Je­sus praise ev­er­more

There we’ll ga­ther

when the bat­tle is done;

Robes of re­joic­ing await us there;

Palms of tri­umph

when the vic­to­ry’s won

Each val­iant sol­dier ev­er shall wear;

Praise to Je­sus then will be our theme;

While we walk be­side the liv­ing stream

In the smiles of love that ev­er beam

From His face di­vine.

Crowns of glo­ry in the land of the blest

We shall re­ceive when our toils are o’er;

There the wea­ry from their la­bors rest

Singing to Je­sus praise ev­er­more.