How much I owe

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 'til 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 'til 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 'til then - how much I owe.

Even on earth, as through a glass,

Darkly, let Thy glory poss,

Make forgiveness feel so sweet,

Make Thy Spirit's help so meet,

Even on earth, Lord, make me know

Something of how much I ose.

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 ose.

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,

Of 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, sighingm pain,

But a night the anger burns -

Morning comes, and joy returns:

God of comforts! bid me show

To Thy poor, how much I owe.