1 There’s a crown of rejoicing, O reaper,
Its jewels outrival the sun;
There’s a crown for the brow of the faithful,
When labor and toil are done.
There’s a crown waiting for thee,
Yes, a crown, beautiful crown for thee;
In the heav’nly land above, where all is love,
There’s a crown, beautiful crown for thee.
2 There’s a robe our Redeemer has promised,
A robe that is fadeless and white,
And the souls of the righteous shall wear it,
When faith shall be lost in sight.
There’s a robe waiting for thee,
Yes, a robe, beautiful robe for thee;
In the heav’nly land above, where all is love,
There’s a robe, beautiful robe for thee.
3 There’s a palm for the victors thro’ Jesus,
That wave in that city of gold,
Where the blest who are safe in its portals
The King on His throne behold.
There’s a palm waiting for thee,
In the heav’nly land above, where all is love,
There’s a palm, beautiful palm for thee.
4 There are songs that with rapture are swelling
In chorus o’er Eden’s bright plain;
There are harps that forever and ever
Reecho the glad refrain.
There’s a harp waiting for thee,
Yes, a harp, beautiful harp for thee;
In the heav’nly land above, where all is love,
There’s a harp, beautiful harp for thee.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16145