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The Sands Of Time Are Sinking
 
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The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of Heaven breaks;
The summer morn Iu0092ve sighed foru0097the fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuelu0092s land.

O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love!
The streams of earth Iu0092ve tasted more deep Iu0092ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuelu0092s land.

Oh! Well it is forever, Oh! well forevermore,
My nest hung in no forest of all this death doomed shore:
Yea, let the vain world vanish, as from the ship the strand,
While gloryu0097glory dwelleth in Immanuelu0092s land.

There the Red Rose of Sharon unfolds its heartsome bloom
And fills the air of heaven with ravishing perfume:
Oh! To behold it blossom, while by its fragrance fanned
Where gloryu0097glory dwelleth in Immanuelu0092s land.

The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen:
It were a well spent journey, though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army, doth on Mount Zion stand,
And gloryu0097glory dwelleth in Immanuelu0092s land.

Oft in yon sea beat prison My Lord and I held tryst,
For Anwoth was not heaven, and preaching was not Christ:
And aye, my murkiest storm cloud was by a rainbow spanned,
Caught from the glory dwelling in Immanuelu0092s land.

But that He built a Heaven of His surpassing love,
A little new Jerusalem, like to the one above,
u0093Lord take me over the wateru0094 hath been my loud demand,
Take me to my loveu0092s own country, unto Immanuelu0092s land.

But flowers need nights cool darkness, the moonlight and the dew;
So Christ, from one who loved it, His shining oft withdrew:
And then, for cause of absence my troubled soul I scanned
But glory shadeless shineth in Immanuelu0092s land.

The little birds of Anwoth, I used to count them blessed,
Now, beside happier altars I go to build my nest:
Over these there broods no silence, no graves around them stand,
For glory, deathless, dwelleth in Immanuelu0092s land.

Fair Anwoth by the Solway, to me thou still art dear,
Even from the verge of heaven, I drop for thee a tear.
Oh! If one soul from Anwoth meet me at Godu0092s right hand,
My heaven will be two heavens, In Immanuelu0092s land.

Iu0092ve wrestled on towards Heaven, against storm and wind and tide,
Now, like a weary traveler that leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening, while sinks lifeu0092s lingering sand,
I hail the glory dawning from Immanuelu0092s land.

Deep waters crossed lifeu0092s pathway, the hedge of thorns was sharp;
Now, these lie all behind me Oh! for a well tuned harp!
Oh! To join hallelujah with yon triumphant band,
Who sing where glory dwelleth in Immanuelu0092s land.

With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove,
And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love;
Iu0092ll bless the hand that guided, Iu0092ll bless the heart that planned
When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuelu0092s land.

Soon shall the cup of glory wash down earthu0092s bitterest woes,
Soon shall the desert briar break into Edenu0092s rose;
The curse shall change to blessing the name on earth thatu0092s banned
Be graven on the white stone in Immanuelu0092s land.

O I am my Belovedu0092s and my Belovedu0092s mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner into His u0093house of wine.u0094
I stand upon His meritu0097I know no other stand,
Not even where glory dwelleth in Immanuelu0092s land.

I shall sleep sound in Jesus, filled with His likeness rise,
To love and to adore Him, to see Him with these eyes:
u0092Tween me and resurrection but Paradise doth stand;
Thenu0097then for glory dwelling in Immanuelu0092s land.

The Bride eyes not her garment, but her dear Bridegroomu0092s 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 Immanuelu0092s land.

I have borne scorn and hatred, I have borne wrong and shame,
Earthu0092s proud ones have reproached me for Christu0092s thrice blessed Name:
Where God His seal set fairest theyu0092ve stamped the foulest brand,
But judgment shines like noonday in Immanuelu0092s land.

Theyu0092ve summoned me before them, but there I may not come,
My Lord says u0093Come up hither,u0094 My Lord says u0093Welcome home!u0094
My King, at His white throne, my presence doth command
Where gloryu0097glory dwelleth in Immanuelu0092s land.

 



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