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 store 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