When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking oer lifes finished story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know
Not till thenhow much I owe.
When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glaring sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking oer lifes finished story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know
Not till thenhow 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 thenhow 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 thenhow much I owe.
When the praise of heaven I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many waters noise,
Sweet as harps melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know
Not till thenhow much I owe.
Even on earth, as through a glass
Darkly, let thy glory pass,
Make forgiveness feel so sweet,
Make thy Spirits 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 Saviours 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 midnights 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 Im captive led;
Oft I fallbut still arise
The Spirit comesthe 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.
Robert Murray McCheyne
May 1837 |
