When I fly off this mortal earth
And I'm measured up by depth and girth
The Father says now what's he worth
May he see Jesus death and birth
Don't measure me by dollar signs
Or bricks and mortar you may find
By Christ alone will I be found
Worthy of that golden crown
Worthy of that golden crown
The value of this life I've lived
How did I love, did I forgive?
Where did my treasure truly lay?
How did I start and end each day?
Don't measure me by battles won
Or some good deed that I have done
By Christ alone will I be found
Worthy of that golden crown
Worthy of that golden crown
Maybe a pauper or a king
Have nothing or have everything
The question begs, do you belong?
Do you sing a resurrection song?
Measured by the master's hand
On only one truth can we stand
By Christ alone will we be found
Worthy of that golden crown
Worthy of that golden crown
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