The Treasures of Heaven

There’s a crown in Heav’n for the striv­ing soul

Which the bless­èd Je­sus Him­self will place

On the head of each who shall faith­ful prove

Even un­to death

in the heav’n­ly race.

Oh

may that crown in Heav’n be mine

And I among the an­gels shine;

Be Thou

O Lord! my dai­ly guide

Let me ev­er in Thy love abide.

There’s a rest in Heav’n for the wea­ry soul

’Tis for all by care and by sin op­pressed;

To the sons of God it re­main­eth sure

And the Pro­phet says

’tis a glo­ri­ous rest.

Oh

may that rest in Heav’n be mine

And I among the an­gels shine;

Be Thou

O Lord! my dai­ly guide

Let me ev­er in Thy love ab­ide.

There’s a joy in Heav’n for the mourn­ing soul;

Though the tears may fall all the earth­ly night;

Yet the clouds of sad­ness will break away

And re­joic­ing comes with the morn­ing light.

Oh

may that joy in Heav’n be mine

And I among the an­gels shine;

Be Thou

O Lord! my dai­ly guide

Let me ev­er in Thy love abide.

There’s a peace in Heav’n for the trou­bled soul

Where the wick­ed shall from their troub­ling cease

And to all the saints like a riv­er flow

Through the end­less ages the stream of peace.

Oh

may that peace in Heav’n be mine

And I among the an­gels shine;

Be Thou

O Lord! my dai­ly guide

Let me ev­er in Thy love abide.

There’s a home in Heav’n for the faith­ful soul

In the many man­sions pre­pared ab­ove

Where the glo­ri­fied shall for­ev­er sing

Of a Sav­ior’s free and un­bound­ed love.

Oh

may that home in Heav’n be mine

And I among the an­gels shine;

Be Thou

O Lord! my dai­ly guide

Let me ev­er in Thy love abide.