Hymn rewritten for Indelible Grace.
Words by Anne Ross Cundell Cousin, Music by Phillip Palmertree.
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1. The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn Ive sighed for -
The fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark had been the midnight
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuels land.
2. 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 Emmanuels land
3. O Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love!
The streams on earth Ive tasted
More deep Ill drink above:
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuels land.
4. The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegrooms 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 Emmanuels land.
5. O I am my Beloveds
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 een where glory dwelleth
In Emmanuels land.
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