I am thinking to-day of that beautiful land ,

I am thinking to-day of that beautiful land
I shall reach when the sun goeth down ;
When through wonderful grace by
my Saviour I stand,
Will there be any stars in my crown ?

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 ? . . .

2 In the strength of the Lord let me
labour 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.

3 Oh, what joy will it 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