I Am Debtor
by Robert Murray McCheyne (1813-1843) 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 and 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 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 Something of how much I owe.
Chosen not for good in me,
Wakened up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Saviour'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 Jesus bid me show doubting saints how much I owe.
When in flowery paths I tread,
Oft by sin I'm captive led;
Oft I fall, but still arise; the Spirit comes, the tempter flies:
Blessed Spirit! Bid me show weary sinners all I owe.
Oft the nights of sorrow reign
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain,
But a night thine anger burns, morning comes, and joy returns:
God of comforts! bid me show to Thy poor, how much I owe.
May 1837
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