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