[Papercut Press Publishing] A Poem by Robert Murray McCheyne

In the past I have, from time to time, shared something found while reading. Today I would like to do that again.

Romans 1:14 I AM DEBTOR.

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 water's noise,
Sweet as harp's melodious voice,
Then, Lord shall I fully know
Not till then how much I owe.

Even on earth, as through a glass
Darkly, let thy glory pass,
Make forgiveness feel so sweet,
Make thy Spirit's help so meet,
Even on earth, Lord, make me 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 shew,
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 shew
Doubting saints, how much I owe.

When in flow'ry 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 shew
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 shew
To thy poor, how much I owe.

Soli Deo Gloria,
Tim