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The Sands of Time Are Sinking
Author: Anne Ross Cousin Hymnal: Rejoice in the Lord #587 (1985) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.5 Refrain First Line: and glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel's land Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Psalm 101:1 Languages: English Tune Title: LLANGLOFFAN
The Sands of Time Are Sinking
The sands of time are sinking
Author: Annie R. Cousin Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #597 (1913) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.4 Lyrics: 1 The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn awakes.
O dark hath been the midnight,
But day-spring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
2 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.
3 With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustred 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.
4 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 piercèd hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel's land. Topics: The Last Things Burial and Resurrection; The Last Things Burial and Ressurection; Resurrection Tune Title: [The sands of time are sinking]
The sands of time are sinking
The Sands of Time Are Sinking
Author: Anne R. Cousin Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5889 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 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 Immanuel’s land.
2. O 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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.
6. 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.
7. 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.
8. But flowers need night’s 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.
9. 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.
10. 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.
11. 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.
12. 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.
13. 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.
14. 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.
15. 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.
16. 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.
17. 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 piercèd hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
of Immanuel’s land.
18. 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.
19. 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. Languages: English Tune Title: RUTHERFORD
The Sands of Time Are Sinking
The Sands of Time are Sinking
Author: Mrs. Anne Cousin Hymnal: The Friends' Hymnal, a Collection of Hymns and Tunes for the Public Worship of the Society #a178 (1908) Languages: English Tune Title: RUTHERFORD
The Sands of Time are Sinking
The Sands of Time Are Sinking
Author: Annie R. Cousin Hymnal: Missionary Hymnal #44 (1909) Languages: English Tune Title: RUTHERFORD
The Sands of Time Are Sinking
The Sands of Time are Sinking
Author: Anne R. Cousin Hymnal: The Endeavor Hymnal #80 (1901) Topics: Heaven Languages: English Tune Title: RUTHERFORD
The Sands of Time are Sinking
The Sands of Time Are Sinking
Author: Annie R. Cousin Hymnal: Northfield Hymnal No. 2 #82 (1916) Languages: English Tune Title: RUTHERFORD
The Sands of Time Are Sinking
The Sands of Time Are Wasting
Author: Annie Ross Cousin Hymnal: The New Alleluia #85 (1886) First Line: The sands of time are sinking Languages: English Tune Title: [The sands of time are sinking]
The Sands of Time Are Wasting
The Sands of Time Are Sinking
Author: Annie Ross Cousin Hymnal: The Alleluia #85 (1880) First Line: The sands of time are wasting Languages: English Tune Title: [The sands of time are wasting]
The Sands of Time Are Sinking
Immanuel's Land
Hymnal: Wondrous Love #102 (1885) First Line: The sands of time are sinking Refrain First Line: Come, join, come, join your voices Lyrics: 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
There, in Immanuel's land.
Refrain:
Come, join, come, join your voices
With that triumphant band,
Who sing where glory dwelleth
There, in Immanuel's land.
2 I've struggled on the journey,
'Gainst storm and wind and tide,
Now like a weary trav'ler
That leaneth on his guide
Amid the darksome shadows,
While sinks life's ling'ring sand,
I hail the glory dawning
There, in Immanuel's land. [Refrain]
3 Deep waters crossed life's pathway,
The hedge of thorns was sharp,
Now, these are all behind me,
Before, heav'ns golden harp!
And now to join the praises
Of that triumphant band,
Who sing where glory dwelleth
There in Immanuel's land. Tune Title: [The sands of time are sinking]
Immanuel's Land
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