When this passing life is done
When as set yon glaring sun When I stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o'er thy finished glory, Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
But not till then, how much When I hear the wicked call On the rocks and hills to fall When I see them start and shriek
On that fiery day, Looch Creek Then, Lord, shall I fully know
But not till then how much I owe When I stand before thy throne
Dressed in beauty not my own When I see thee as thou art Love me with a singing heart
Then, Lord, shall I fully know But not till then how much I
love