When this passing world is done

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7.7.7.7.7.7. 1 When this passing world is done, When has sunk yon glaring sun, When we stand with Christ in glory, 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 When the praise of heav’n I hear, Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many waters’ noise, Sweet as harp’s melodious voice, Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then—how much I owe. 4 Chosen, not for good in me, Wakened up from wrath to flee, Hidden in the Saviour’s side, By the Spirit sanctified, Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe. R. Murray McCheyne