I’ve read of a coun­try, a land O so fair,
Whose beau­ties have ne­ver been told;
Where saint­ed ones hap­py, and know­ing no care,
Having stars in their crowns of pure gold.

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I want to have stars in my crown,
Yes, I want to have stars in my crown,
When my life-work is o’er,
On the bright gold­en shore,
I want to have stars in my crown.

I’m told that the Sav­ior will wel­come up there,
And grant His dear face to be­hold,
All who have been faith­ful His glo­ry may share,
Having stars in their crowns of pure gold.

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I’m told in that coun­try no sor­row is known,
No trou­ble, no bur­dens to bear;
For mu­sic en­chant­ing, in sweet blend­ing tone,
From saints wear­ing star-crowns up there.

Refrain

A star will be giv­en for work that we do,
In win­ning from path­ways of sin,
Each soul so im­mor­tal, so pre­cious, so true,
Bright stars for our crown we may win.

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