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?