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The sands of time


    • 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. 

    • Oh, 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. 

    • With mercy and with judgement 
    • my web of time He wove, 
    • and aye the dews of sorrow 
    • were lustred by His love; 
    • I’ll bless the hand that guided, 
    • I’ll bless the heart that planned, 
    • when throned where glory dwelleth 
    • in Immanuel’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 giveth, 
    • but on His pierced hand; 
    • the Lamb is all the glory 
    • of Immanuel’s land. 

    • I’ve wrestled on towards heaven, 
    • gainst storm and wind and tide; 
    • now like a weary traveller 
    • that leaneth on his guide, 
    • amid the shades of evening, 
    • while sinks life’s lingering sand. 
    • I hail the glory, dawning 
    • in Immanuel’s land

  • Album: English Hymns, Artist: A R Cousin, Language: English, Viewed: 709 times