When our labor all retire There will be a trial by fire
Will your treasure pass the test Or will it burn up with the rest
You may build upon a sure foundation With your building in dilapidation
When it all comes down to rubble Will it be wood, hay, or stubble
Or precious stones, gold and silver- Are you really sure?

(Chorus)
And we all will stand at the Bema Seat All will be revealed - it will be complete
Will there be reward in the fiery heat When we see our lives at the Bema Seat

Every talent will be sure counted Every word will have to be accounted
Not a story will be left untold We will stand watch the truth unfold
Every score - will be evened - nothing to defend Every building will be shaken
Every motive will be tried He'll give reward to the faithful Will you receive or be denied?