Working for the Crown

Shall I be con­tent with one star in my crown

When Heav­en’s bright por­tals I see?

The an­swer comes back—strive a clus­ter to win

And the way will be bright­er for thee.

Working for the crown

Working for the crown

Working for the crown

We shall wear by and by.

When

Lord

must I work? Shall I go in the heat

To white and to wide har­vest fields?

Where work is so great and the la­bor­ers so few

And the pro­mise a boun­ti­ful yield?

Yes

all kinds of work will I find in this field

My task then quite plain I can see;

And now

hav­ing found it

I’ll la­bor and wait

For whol­ly thine

Lord

would I be.

And how shall I get these rare gems for my crown?

Must I wait till Heav­en I gain?

Yes

yes

but toil here for the Mas­ter’s re­nown

Day by day for the Lamb that was slain.