When I fly off this mortal earth And I'm measured up by depth and girthThe Father says, now what's he worth? May he see Jesus' death and birthDon't measure me by dollar signs Or bricks and mortar you may findBy Christ alone will I be found Worthy of that golden crownWorthy of that golden crownThe 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 doneBy Christ alone will I be found Worthy of that golden crownWorthy of that golden crownMaybe a pauper or a king Have nothing or have everythingThe question begs, do you belong? Do you sing a resurrection song?Measured by the Master's hand On only one truth can we standBy Christ alone will we be found Worthy of that golden crownWorthy of that golden crown