WHEN this passing world is done, When has sunk yon radiant 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 Saviour’s side, By the Spirit sanctified; Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe.
Robert Murray M’Cheyne, 1813-43