Tuesday, September 16, 2008
When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon radiant sun,
When I stand with Christ on high,
Looking o'er life's history,
Then, Lord, shalll I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.
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, shalll I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.
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, shalll 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 Saviours's side,
By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show
By my love how much I owe.
-Robert Murray M'Cheyne, 1813-43
One of my favourite poems.
I don't know, how you can think this way of me.
