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<h2>WHEN THIS PASSING WORLD IS DONE</h2>
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<p><h3>“Therefore, brethren, we are debtors.” Romans 8:12</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_c_mccheyne_rm.jpg" alt="Robert Murray McCheyne (1813-1843)" width="133.333333333333" height="180.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_c_mccheyne_rm.html" target="_blank">Robert Murray McCheyne</a>, 1837.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Mount Zion,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_u_sullivan_as.html" target="_blank">Arthur Seymour Sullivan</a>, 1867 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_mtzion.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_u_sullivan_as.jpg" alt="Arthur Seymour Sullivan (1842-1900)" width="131.333333333333" height="198.666666666667"></td>
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<p>When this passing world is done,<br>
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When has sunk yon glaring sun,<br>
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When we stand with Christ in glory,<br>
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Looking o’er life’s finished story,<br>
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Then, Lord, shall I fully know—<br>
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Not till then—how much I owe.</p>
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<p>When I hear the wicked call,<br>
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On the rocks and hills to fall,<br>
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When I see them start and shrink<br>
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On the fiery deluge brink,<br>
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Then, Lord, shall I fully know—<br>
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Not till then—how much I owe.</p>
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<p>When I stand before the throne,<br>
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Dressed in beauty not my own,<br>
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When I see Thee as Thou art,<br>
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Love Thee with unsinning heart,<br>
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Then Lord, shall I fully know—<br>
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Not till then—how much I owe.</p>
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<p>When the praise of heav’n I hear,<br>
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Loud as thunders to the ear,<br>
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Loud as many waters’ noise,<br>
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Sweet as harp’s melodious voice,<br>
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Then, Lord, shall I fully know—<br>
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Not till then—how much I owe.</p>
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<p>Even on earth, as through a glass<br>
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Darkly, let Thy glory pass,<br>
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Make forgiveness feel so sweet,<br>
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Make Thy Spirit’s help so meet,<br>
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Even on earth, Lord, make me know<br>
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Something of how much I owe.</p>
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<p>Chosen not for good in me,<br>
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Wakened up from wrath to flee,<br>
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Hidden in the Savior’s side,<br>
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By the Spirit sanctified,<br>
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Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,<br>
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By my love, how much I owe.</p>
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<p>Oft I walk beneath the cloud,<br>
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Dark, as midnight’s gloomy shroud;<br>
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But, when fear is at the height,<br>
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Jesus comes, and all is light;<br>
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Blessed Jesus! bid me show<br>
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Doubting saints how much I owe.<br>
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<p>When in flowery paths I tread,<br>
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Oft by sin I’m captive led;<br>
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Of I fall—but still arise—<br>
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The Spirit comes—the tempter flies;<br>
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Blessed Spirit! bid me show<br>
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Weary sinners all I owe.</p>
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<p>Oft the nights of sorrow reign—<br>
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Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain;<br>
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But a night Thine anger burns—<br>
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Morning comes and joy returns;<br>
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God of comforts! bid me show<br>
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To Thy poor, how much I owe.</p>
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