The Starry Crown

I must not walk in the way of sin

I must nev­er be led as­tray

A crown is the prize I hope to win

And I’ll strive for it ev­ery day.

O that beau­ti­ful crown

That beau­ti­ful star­ry crown;

If I am will­ing to bear the cross

My Sav­ior will give me a crown.

I must not heed what the world may say

And I nev­er must dread its frown

For thro’ the same path my Sav­ior trod

I must go to ob­tain my crown.

I must not think I can waste my time

Or in plea­sure my con­sci­ence drown.

The fear of the Lord must rule my heart

Or I nev­er can wear a crown.

I’ll pray for strength in my hour of need

And my Sav­ior my strength will be;

He helps me to bear each earth­ly cross

And He of­fers a crown to me.