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.
O Christ, he is the fountain,
the deep, sweet well of love!
the streams of 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.
With mercy and with judgment
my web of time he wove,
and aye, the dews of sorrow
were lustered with his love;
I'll bless the hand that guided,
I'll bless the heart that planned
when throned where glory dwelleth
in Emmanuel's land.
I'll fall asleep in Jesus,
filled with his likeness rise,
to love and to adore him,
to see him with these eyes:
the King of kings in Zion
my presence doth command,
where glory, glory dwelleth
in Emmanuel's land.
I've wrestled on towards heaven,
'gainst storm and wind and tide;
Lord, grant thy weary traveler
to lean on thee as guide,
And 'mid the shades of evening,
while sinks life's lingering sand,
to hail the glory dawning
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 giveth
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel’s land.
O I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved is 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 Emmanuel’s land.
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.
O Christ, he is the fountain,
the deep, sweet well of love!
the streams of 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.
With mercy and with judgment
my web of time he wove,
and aye, the dews of sorrow
were lustered with his love;
I'll bless the hand that guided,
I'll bless the heart that planned
when throned where glory dwelleth
in Emmanuel's land.
I'll fall asleep in Jesus,
filled with his likeness rise,
to love and to adore him,
to see him with these eyes:
the King of kings in Zion
my presence doth command,
where glory, glory dwelleth
in Emmanuel's land.
I've wrestled on towards heaven,
'gainst storm and wind and tide;
Lord, grant thy weary traveler
to lean on thee as guide,
And 'mid the shades of evening,
while sinks life's lingering sand,
to hail the glory dawning
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 giveth
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel’s land.
O I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved is 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 Emmanuel’s land.
Have a blessed Sunday,
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Christine
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