Soothing arrangement of The Sand of Time Are Sinking,
perfect for offertory or other special church music
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
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Soothing arrangement of The Sand of Time Are Sinking,
perfect for offertory or other special church music
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 fulness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
3. 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 e’en 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 pierced hand:
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.
