Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/The Crown of Glory

The Crown of Glory.

A crown of glory bright,
 By faith I see;
In yonder realm of light,
 Prepared for me.

Oh, may I faithful prove,
 And keep the crown in view,
And through the storms of life
 My way pursue.

Jesus, be Thou my guide,
 My steps attend;
Oh, keep me near Thy side,
 Be Thou my friend,

Be Thou my shield and sun,
 My Saviour and my guard;
And when my work is done,
 My great reward.