SONG: The Sands of Time Are Sinking

<p>The sands of time are sinking,<br>The dawn of heaven breaks;<br>The summer morn I've sighed for,<br>The fair, sweet morn awakes:<br>Dark, dark hath been the midnight,<br>But day-spring is at hand,<br>And glory, glory dwelleth<br>In Emmanuel's land.</p><p>O Christ! He is the fountain,<br>The deep, sweet well of love!<br>The streams on earth I've tasted,<br>More deep I'll drink above:<br>There, to an ocean fulness,<br>His mercy doth expand,<br>And glory, glory dwelleth<br>In Emmanuel's land.</p><p>Oh, I am my Beloved's,<br>And my Beloved's mine!<br>He brings a poor vile sinner<br>Into His "house of wine."<br>I stand upon His merit,<br>I know no other stand,<br>Not e'en where glory dwelleth<br>In Emmanuel's land.</p><p>The Bride eyes not her garment,<br>But her dear Bridegroom's face;<br>I will not gaze at glory,<br>But on my King of grace.<br>Not at the crown He giveth<br>But on His piercèd hand,<br>The Lamb is all the glory<br>Of Emmanuel's land.</p>