When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glaring sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o�er life�s finished story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know�
Not till then�how much I owe.

When I hear the wicked call,
On the rocks and hills to fall,
When I see them start and shrink
On the fiery deluge brink,
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 Heav�n I hear,
Loud as thunders 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.

Even on earth, as through a glass
Darkly, let Thy glory pass,
Make forgiveness feel so sweet,
Make Thy Spirit�s help so meet,
Even on earth, Lord, make me know
Something of 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.

Oft I walk beneath the cloud,
Dark, as midnight�s gloomy shroud;
But, when fear is at the height,
Jesus comes, and all is light;
Blessed Jesus! bid me show
Doubting saints how much I owe.
 

When in flowery paths I tread,
Oft by sin I�m captive led;
Oft I fall�but still arise�
The Spirit comes�the tempter flies;
Blessed Spirit! bid me show
Weary sinners all I owe.

Oft the nights of sorrow reign�
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain;
But a night Thine anger burns�
Morning comes and joy returns;
God of comforts! bid me show
To Thy poor, how much I owe.