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.