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