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The sands of time

• • 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. 
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  • Oh, Christ, He is the fountain - 
  • the deep sweet well of love! 
  • The streams on 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. 
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  • With mercy and with judgement 
  • my web of time He wove, 
  • and aye the dews of sorrow 
  • were lustred by 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. 
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  • 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. 
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  • I’ve wrestled on towards heaven, 
  • gainst storm and wind and tide; 
  • now like a weary traveller 
  • that leaneth on his guide, 
  • amid the shades of evening, 
  • while sinks life’s lingering sand. 
  • I hail the glory, dawning 
  • in Immanuel’s land
  
  
• Album: English Hymns, Artist: A R Cousin, Language: English, Viewed: 687 times