O the Crown

Weary glean­er in the field

Poor or plen­ty be the yield

Labor on for the Mas­ter

no­thing fear­ing

There’s a pro­mise of re­ward

At the com­ing of the Lord

Unto all them that love His ap­pear­ing.

O the crown

the glo­ry crown

O the day

the hap­py day is near­ing

When the crown of rich re­ward

Shall be giv­en by the Lord

Unto all them that love His ap­pear­ing.

Jesus now has gone above

To com­plete His work of love;

His re­turn

day by day

is sure­ly near­ing

When His own He will re­ceive

And a wel­come He will give

Unto all them that love His ap­pear­ing.

O how light will seem the grief

And the toil­some way how brief

When a crown in the glo­ry we are wear­ing

O the rap­ture who can tell

As for­ev­er­more we dwell

With re­deemed ones that loved His ap­pear­ing.