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.