United Praise ‎#243

243. Immanuel’s Land

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 Oh 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 Oh, I am my Beloved's
And my Beloved's mine;
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into his house divine.
Upon the Rock of Ages
My soul redeemed shall stand,
Where glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel's land.

Text Information

• First Line: The sands of time are sinking
• Title: Immanuel’s Land
• Author: Annie Ross Cousin
• Publication Date: 1908

Tune Information

• Name: [The sands of time are sinking]
• Composer: E. S. Lorenz