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.

Refrain

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?

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain