| I am thinking today of that beautiful land
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| I shall reach when the sun goeth down;
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| When through wonderful grace by my Savior I stand,
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| Will there be any stars in my crown?
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| Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown
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| When at evening the sun goeth down?
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| When I wake with the blest in the mansions of rest
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| Will there be any stars in my crown?
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| In the strength of the Lord let me labor and pray,
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| Let me watch as a winner of souls,
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| That bright stars may be mine in the glorious day,
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| When His praise like the sea billow rolls.
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| O what joy it will be when His face I behold,
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| Living gems at his feet to lay down!
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| It would sweeten my bliss in the city of gold,
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| Should there be any stars in my crown. |