My Crown of Righteousness

Verse 1

The life that has no aim Above the things of earth Is nothing but a gilded name, Has naught to give it worth; But he who ne’er will cease His way tow’rd heav’n to press Shall wear a diadem of peace, The crown of righteousness.

Chorus

The crown of righteousness The crown of righteousness, The glorious diadem of peace, My crow of righteousness.

Verse 2

The kings of earth may wear Their regal diadems; But crowns are empty as the air, Tho’ set with brightest gems. When worn by them alone Who dwell in wickedness, No claim on more than earthly throne, No crown of righteousness.

Verse 3

If fame and pleasure be Ambitions’ fondest goal, No star of faith o’er life’s dark sea To light and cheer the soul, The warning voice of love E’en then shall come to bless, “No cross below, no crown above, No crown of righteousness.”

Verse 4

Alas! how sad the life That has no hope or care Beyond this wilderness of strife, This world of fell despair; More sad, when time is past, And woeful his distress Who finds no home in heav’n at last, No crown of righteousness.