When the music fades into the past
When the days of life are through
What will be remembered of where I've come?
When all is said and done?

Will they say I loved my family?
That I was a faithful friend?
That I lived to tell of God's own son?
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Of how I long to see the hour
When I would hear that trumpet sound
So I could rise and see my Savior's face
And see him smile
And say 'Well done.'

You can forget my name
And the songs I've sung
Every rhyme and every tune
But remember the truth of Jesus' love
When all is said and done

When all is said and done