1. tWhen this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glowing sun,
When we stand, with Christ in glory,
Looking o'er life's finished story,

2. tWhen I stand before the throne,
Dressed in beauty not my own;
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart,

3. tWhen I hear the wicked call,
On the rocks and hills to fall;
When I see them start and shrink
On the fiery deluge brink,

4. tWhen the praise of Heaven I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear;
Loud as many waters' noise.
Sweet as harp's melodious voice,

CHORUS
Then, dear Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe;
Then, dear Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.