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 O 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 Savior’s side, By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe.
 
Oft I walk beneath the cloud, Dark as midnight’s gloomy shroud;
But, when fear is at the height, Jesus comes, and all is light;
Blessed Lord Thou hast bid me show doubting saints how much I owe.