1. Hymn: The Sands Of Time Are Sinking

Hymn: The Sands Of Time Are Sinking

Author: Anne Ross Cousin (1824-1906), Samuel Rutherford (1600-1661)

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1. The sands of time are sinking,
    The dawn of heaven breaks;
    The summer morn I‵ve sighed for,
    The fair, sweet morn awakes
    Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
    But dayspring is at hand,
    And glory, glory dwelleth
    In Immanuel‵s land.

2. O Christ! He is the fountain,
    The deep sweet well of love!
    The streams on earth I‵ve tasted,
    More deep I‵ll drink above;
    There, to an ocean fullness,
    His mercy doth expand,
    And glory, glory dwelleth
    In Immanuel‵s land.

3. Oh, I am my Beloved‵s,
    And my Beloved‵s mine!
    He brings a poor vile sinner
    Into His “house of wine.”
    I stand upon His merit,
    I know no other stand,
    Not e‵en where glory dwelleth
    In Immanuel‵s land.

4. The bride eyes not her garment,
    But her dear bridegroom‵s face
    I will not gaze at glory,
    But on my King of grace.
    Not at the crown He giveth,
    But on His pierced hand,
    The lamb is all the glory
    Of Immanuel‵s land.