There’s a crown of re­joic­ing, O reap­er,
Its jew­els out­ri­val the sun;
There’s a crown for the brow of the faith­ful,
When la­bor and toil are done.
There’s a crown wait­ing for thee,
Yes, a crown, beau­ti­ful crown for thee;
In the heav’n­ly land above, where all is love,
There’s a crown, beau­ti­ful crown for thee.

There’s a robe our Re­deem­er has pro­mised,
A robe that is fade­less and white,
And the souls of the right­eous shall wear it,
When faith shall be lost in sight.
There’s a robe wait­ing for thee,
Yes, a robe, beau­ti­ful robe for thee;
In the heav’n­ly land above, where all is love,
There’s a robe, beau­ti­ful robe for thee.

There’s a palm for the vic­tors thro’ Jesus,
That wave in that ci­ty of gold,
Where the blest who are safe in its por­tals
The King on His throne be­hold.
There’s a palm wait­ing for thee,
Yes, a palm, beautiful palm for thee;
In the heav’n­ly land above, where all is love,
There’s a palm, beau­ti­ful palm for thee.

There are songs that with rap­ture are swelling
In chor­us o’er Eden’s bright plain;
There are harps that for­ev­er and ev­er
Reecho the glad re­frain.
There’s a harp wait­ing for thee,
Yes, a harp, beau­ti­ful harp for thee;
In the heav’n­ly land above, where all is love,
There’s a harp, beau­ti­ful harp for thee.