When this passing world is done
When has sunk the glaring sun
When I stand with Christ on high
Looking o'er life's history
Then, Lord, shall I fully know
Not till then, how much I owe
When I stand before the throne
Dressed in beauty not my own
When I see Thee as Thou art
Love Thee with unsinning heart
Then, Lord, shall I fully know
Not till then, how much I owe
When the praise of heaven I hear
Loud as thunder to the ear
Loud as many waters' noise
Sweet as harp's melodious voice
Then, Lord, shall I fully know
Not till then, how much I owe
Chosen, not for good in me
Wakened up from wrath to flee
Hidden in the Savior's side
By the Spirit sanctified
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show
By my love, how much I owe
~Robert Murray McCheyne
