When I fly off this mortal earthAnd I'm measured up by depth and girthThe Father says now what's He worthMay He see Jesus' death and birthDon't measure me by dollar signsOr bricks and mortar you may findBy Christ alone will I be foundWorthy of that golden crownWorthy of that golden crownThe value of this life I've livedHow 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 wonOr some good deed that I have doneBy Christ alone will I be foundWorthy of that golden crownWorthy of that golden crownMaybe a pauper or a kingHave nothing or have everythingThe question begs do you belong?Do you sing a resurrection song?Measured by the Master's handOn only one truth can we standBy Christ alone will we be foundWorthy of that golden crownWorthy of that golden crown