Crowns of glo­ry in the land of the blest,
We shall re­ceive when our toils are o’er;
There the wea­ry from their la­bors rest,
Singing to Je­sus praise ev­er­more;
Pressing on­ward, stran­gers here be­low,
Looking up­ward, cheer­ful­ly we go
Where the crys­tal waters mur­mur low,
In the land of song.
Crowns of glo­ry in the land of the blest,
We shall rec­eive when our toils are o’er;
There the wea­ry from their la­bors rest,
Singing to Je­sus praise ev­er­more

There we’ll gather, when the bat­tle is done;
Robes of re­joic­ing await us there;
Palms of tri­umph, when the vic­to­ry’s won,
Each val­iant sol­dier ev­er shall wear;
Praise to Je­sus then will be our theme;
While we walk be­side the liv­ing stream,
In the smiles of love that ev­er beam
From His face di­vine.
Crowns of glo­ry in the land of the blest,
We shall re­ceive when our toils are o’er;
There the wea­ry from their la­bors rest,
Singing to Je­sus praise ev­er­more.