There’s a crown laid up in glory,
There’s a robe for all to wear,
And we never need be sorry
That we did life’s troubles share;
For our crown will shine the brighter
For the battles we have won,
And our robes will be the whiter
When our trav’ling days are done.
Refrain:
Happy home, a happy home,
Nevermore from Christ to roam!
When our fighting here is over,
And our vict’ries all are won,
There’s a mansion up in glory,
When our trav’ling days are done.
There’s a golden harp in glory,
There’s a welcome for the true;
There’s a rest for all the weary,
There’s a victor’s palm for you;
Oh, we’ll praise the Lord forever
When we stand before His throne,
And our joys will end-no never!
When our trav’ling days are done.
There will be no room for sadness,
There will be no sorrow there,
For unceasing songs of gladness
Will forever fill the air;
There will be no farewell meetings
In that land where God’s the Sun;
But one long eternal greeting
When our trav’ling days are done.
