I know there’s a home for the good that la­bor here,
Just be­yond death’s val­ley dark and cold,
And the ones that reach that home so bright and fair,
Shall wear a glit­ter­ing crown of gold.

Refrain

Labor on, la­bor on,
For a crown in Hea­ven you shall wear;
Labor on, la­bor on, la­bor on,
For a crown in Hea­ven you shall wear.

I know there’s a land that is beau­ti­ful and bright,
Just be­yond the Jor­dan’s tur­bid roar;
And I soon shall pass be­yond all mor­tal sight,
To pro­mised Canaan’s hap­py shore.

Refrain

There we’ll ne­ver grieve—but re­joic­ing fac­es see,
As we near the bright eter­nal shore;
Where the an­gels wait with crowns for you and me,
With them we’ll dwell for­ev­er­more.

Refrain