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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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