1 There's a crown laid up in Glory,
There’s a robe for each 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 travelling days are done.

Refrain:
When our fighting here is over,
And our victories are all won,
There’s a mansion up in Glory
When our travelling days are done.

2 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.
O we’ll praise the Lamb for ever
When we stand before his throne,
And our joys will end, no never,
When our travelling days are done!

3 There will be no room for sadness,
There will be no sorrow there,
And unceasing songs of gladness
Shall for ever fill the air;
There will be no death, no weeping
In that land, and evermore
We shall dwell in Jesus’ keeping
When our travelling days are o’er.