The sands of time are sinking Immanuel's Land
Lyrics Preview 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 Emmanuel's land. The King there in his beauty without a veil is seen; it were a well-spent journey, though sev'n deaths lay between: the Lamb with his fair army doth on Mount Zion stand, and glory, glory dwelleth in Emmanuel's land. 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 Emmanuel's land. 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 gifteth, but on his piercèd hand: the Lamb is all the glory of Emmanuel's land.

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Author: Anne Ross Cousin (1824-1906), based on Samuel Rutherford (1600-1661)
Metre: 7 6 7 6 7 6 7 5
Reference: Song of Solomon 2:16; Psalm 101:1; Isaiah 8:8; Matthew 25:6; 22:1-5; 33:17; 43:2; Romans 13:12; 1 John 3:2; Revelation 21:23;
Source: Praise! 480
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