I have read it in the good book That the saints shall see reward For the faith and love That flows out of their lives There is promise to receive the crowns That never fade away For the one who runs to win There is the prize I can picture in my mind Of a great and glorious day When the race has been run When at last I stand Before the throne of grace And my eyes Behold my saviour face-to face My only hope and deepest prayer At his feet as I bow down Is to lay down all my crowns There are crowns of life And crowns of joy And ones of righteousness Shining emblems of a kingdom We proclaim Yet there's one that stands Above the rest That a man's already worn Fashioned from the thorns Of sacrifice and shame Precious blood upon his brow Stained a visage fulled with pain Yet a king there was crowned, and I will lay I will lay down my crowns I will lay I will lay down my crowns