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I am thinking today of that beautiful land 
        D7                       G
I shall reach when the sun goeth down; 
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When through wonderful grace, by my Savior I stand,
           D7                 G
Will there be any stars in my crown?
G
Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown, 
                              D7
When at evening the sun goeth down?
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When I wake with the blest, In those mansions of rest, 
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Will there be any stars  in my crown? 

In the strength of the Lord, let me labor and pray, 
Let me watch as a winner of souls
That bright stars may be mine in the glorious day, 
When His praise like the sea billows roll.

Oh what joy will it be, when His face I behold, 
Living gems at His feet to lay own; 
It would sweeten my bliss in the city of gold, 
Should there be any stars in my crown.