THE SANDS OF TIME
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. With mercy and
with judgment
My web of time He
wove,
And aye the dews of
sorrow
Were lustred with
His love;
I'll bless the hand
that guided,
I'll bless the
heart that plann'd,
When throned where
glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
4. 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.
5. 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.
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