I am think­ing to­day of that beau­ti­ful land
I shall reach when the sun go­eth down;
When through won­der­ful grace
By my Sav­ior I stand,
Will there be any stars in my crown?

Refrain

Will there be any stars,
Any stars in my crown
When at ev­en­ing the sun go­eth down?
When I wake with the blest
In the man­sions of rest
Will there be any stars in my crown?

In the strength of the Lord
Let me la­bor and pray,
Let me watch as a win­ner of souls,
That bright stars may be mine
In the glo­ri­ous day,
When His praise like the sea bil­low rolls.

Refrain

O what joy it will be
When His face I be­hold,
Living gems at His feet to lay down!
It would sweet­en my bliss
In the city of gold,
Should there be any stars in my crown.

Refrain