| When our labor all retire
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| There will be a trial by fire
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| Will your treasure pass the test
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| Or will it burn up with the rest
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| You may build upon a sure foundation
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| With your building in dilapidation
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| When it all comes down to rubble
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| Will it be wood, hay, or stubble
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| Or precious stones, gold and silver-
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| Are you really sure?
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| And we all will stand at the Bema Seat
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| All will be revealed — it will be complete
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| Will there be reward in the fiery heat
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| When we see our lives at the Bema Seat
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| Every talent will be sure counted
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| Every word will have to be accounted
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| Not a story will be left untold
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| We will stand watch the truth unfold
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| Every score — will be evened — nothing to defend
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| Every building will be shaken
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| Every motive will be tried
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| He’ll give reward to the faithful
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| Will you receive or be denied? |