WHEN THIS PASSING WORLD IS DONE;

When this passing world is done;
When has sunk yon 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 thunders to the ear,
Loud as many water’s 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.