The Sands of Time Are Sinking

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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.

The King there in his beaty
without a veil is seen;
it were a wellspent 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.

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.

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 gifteth,
but on his piercèd hand:
the Lamb is all the glory
of Emmanuel's land.

Song Details

Title: The Sands of Time Are Sinking
Text: A. R. Cousin, 1857
Tune: RUTHERFORD
Music: Edward F. Rimbault, 1867
Key: E major
Meter: 76.76.76.75
Date Added: 2021/04/25

Alternate words

O God, in restless living