The Sands of Time Are Sinking

Verse 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 has been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand, and glory, glory dwelleth in Emmanuel's land.

Verse 2

The King there in His beauty without a veil is seen; it were a well-spent journey, though trials lay between: the Lamb with His fair army on Zion's mountain stands, and glory, glory dwelleth in Emmanuel's land.

Verse 3

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 Emmanuel's land.

Verse 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 piercéd hands; the Lamb is all the glory of Emmanuel's land.