I am thinking today of the beautiful land I shall reach when the sun goeth down By the wonderful grace of my Savior 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 Will I wake with the bliss in the mansions of rest Will there be any stars in my crown In the strength of the Lord, let me labour and praise Let me watch as a winner of souls That the stars may be mine, in the glorious days When His praise, like the seas, billows row Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown When at evening the sun goeth down Will I wake with the bliss in the mansions of rest Will there be any stars in my crown Oh what joy it will be when His face I behold Living gems at His feet to lay down I would sweeten my bliss in that city of gold 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 Will I wake with the bliss in the mansions of rest Will there be any stars in my crown