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 finished story, 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 heaven 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 Even on earth, as through a glass, Darkly, let Thy glory pass; Make forgiveness feel so sweet; Make thy spirit’s help so meet; Even on earth, Lord, make me know, Something of how much I owe.