When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon radiant sun,
When the pearly gate I gain,
Never to go out again;
Then, Lord, shall I fully know —
Not till then — how much I owe.
Love, Joy, and Peace
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.
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.