My task is o'er, my work is done

My task is o'er, my work is done,
And spent the weary day,
I've fought the fight, the battle won,
And now must haste away;
Henceforth there is laid up for me
A crown, thro' all eternity!

A crown by Hands eternal wove,
Meet for a child of God,
Gem'd with the jewels of His love,
And purchased with His blood;
Which human hands could ne'er have wrought,
And human merit ne'er have bought.

Farewell, the cross, 'neath which so long
I've watch'd, and wept below,
And welcome now the harp and song
That wait me where I go,
Yet O! that cross must still be dear,
Tho' borne thro' many a sorrow here!

And oft throughout eternity,
'Mid all that's bright and blest,
Its victory my joy shall be,
And I will love it best;
For 'twas through Him who died thereon,
My fight was fought, my battle won!