R. M. McCheyne

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WHEN this passing world is done,

When has sunk yon glorious sun,

When we stand with Christ on high,

Looking o’er life’s history;

Then, Lord, shall I fully know

Not till then how much I owe.

2

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.

3

E’en on earth, as through a glass,

Darkly, let Thy glory pass;

Make forgiveness feel so sweet;

Make Thy Spirit’s help so meet;

E’en on earth, Lord, make me know

Something of how much I owe.

4

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.