Break my hard heart, Jesus my Lord; In the inmost part Hide Thy sweet word. - Robert Murray M'Cheyne

When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon, glowing sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o'er life's f1nished story,
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.

The sea ebbs and flows, but the rock remains unmoved.