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.

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 Immanuel�s 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 glory�glory dwelleth in Immanuel�s 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 glory�glory dwelleth in Immanuel�s 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 glory�glory dwelleth in Immanuel�s 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 Immanuel�s land.

But that He built a Heaven of His surpassing love,
A little new Jerusalem, like to the one above,
�Lord take me over the water� hath been my loud demand,
Take me to my love�s own country, unto Immanuel�s 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 Immanuel�s 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 Immanuel�s 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 God�s right hand,
My heaven will be two heavens, In Immanuel�s land.

I�ve 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 life�s lingering sand,
I hail the glory dawning from Immanuel�s land.

Deep waters crossed life�s 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 Immanuel�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 Immanuel�s land.

Soon shall the cup of glory wash down earth�s bitterest woes,
Soon shall the desert briar break into Eden�s rose;
The curse shall change to blessing the name on earth that�s banned
Be graven on the white stone in Immanuel�s land.

O 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 even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel�s land.

I shall sleep sound in Jesus, filled with His likeness rise,
To love and to adore Him, to see Him with these eyes:
�Tween me and resurrection but Paradise doth stand;
Then�then for glory dwelling 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 have borne scorn and hatred, I have borne wrong and shame,
Earth�s proud ones have reproached me for Christ�s thrice blessed Name:
Where God His seal set fairest they�ve stamped the foulest brand,
But judgment shines like noonday in Immanuel�s land.

They�ve summoned me before them, but there I may not come,
My Lord says �Come up hither,� My Lord says �Welcome home!�
My King, at His white throne, my presence doth command
Where glory�glory dwelleth in Immanuel�s land.