When I survey the fruit of my labor up till now
I swear with disappointment, I'll do better yet somehow
With so much lost to ruin from the wind and pouring rain
I pray there'll be a harvest of what little that remains
If I had my hearts desire and I could do it all again
What was done in my own strength would all be done through Him
And yet I am encouraged cause I finally realize
The fruit that makes the harvest is from a life, crucified
When I stand before you and my life's work is tried
There you'll view the contents with the finest jewelers eye
Let what e'er survives the fire be made into a crown
And then I'll bow before you and gladly lay it down
I stand in true amazement at your vast and perfect plan
Why you would save a wretch like me I'll never understand
And to allow me though unfaithful to serve you to the end
And then to be rewarded, I just cannot comprehend
Like this old guitar has its purpose here on Earth
As long as it lies silent, no one ever knows its worth
Lord, let me be your instrument, given to your skilled commands
Then I'll rest and know my purpose was fulfilled while in your hands
When I stand before you and my life's work is tried
There you'll view the contents with the finest jewelers eye
Let what e'er survives the fire be made into a crown
And then I'll bow before you and gladly lay it down