G C
I am thinking today of that beautiful land
D7 G
I shall reach when the sun goeth down;
C
When through wonderful grace, by my Savior I stand,
D7 G
Will there be any stars in my crown?
G
Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown,
D7
When at evening the sun goeth down?
G C
When I wake with the blest, In those mansions of rest,
G D7 G
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 billows roll.
Oh what joy will it be, when His face I behold,
Living gems at His feet to lay own;
It would sweeten my bliss in the city of gold,
Should there be any stars in my crown.