When this passing world is done,

When has sunk yon glaring 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.

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.

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.