When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glorious sun,
When form off the mount of God
We review the path we’ve trod,
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
Clothed 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 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 then-How much I owe!