1 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 Emmanuel's land.

2 The King there in his beauty
without a veil is seen;
it were a well-spent journey
though sev'n deaths lay between!
The Lamb, with his fair army,
doth on Mount Zion stand,
and glory, glory dwelleth
in Emmanuel's land.

3 With mercy and with judgment
my web of time he wove,
and aye the dews of sorrow
were lustered by his love;
I'll bless the hand that guided;
I'll bless the heart that planned;
and glory, glory dwelleth
in Emmanuel's land.