Monday, April 11, 2005

Dressed in Beauty not my own

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.

When I hear the wicked call,
On the rocks and hills to fall,
When I see them start to shrink,
On the fiery deluge brink,
Then, Lord, shall 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, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

When the praise of heav'n I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many water's noise,
Sweet as harp's melodious voice,
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 Savior's side,
By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.

~ Robert Murray McCheyne, 1837

2 comments:

D.Mann said...

Great Stuff!
Great Theology.
So Theocentric

check out
http://the-highway.com
If you haven't already. They have some of His stuff,and more, You will be truly blessed.

Jessica said...

Robert Murray McChyne IS AWSOME reading! Have you read his memoirs?
They are great...also a book by Andrew Bonar a friend of his wrote a book called "Heavenly Springs" ~that book is one of my favorites. It is short bits of wisdom about one's relationship with God.