1  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.

 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.