| Song | The Sands Of Time Are Sinking |
| Album | Our Great Redeemer’s Praise |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | 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 Day Spring Is At Hand,
And Glory, Glory Dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s Land.
The King There In His Beauty
Without A Veil Is Seen;
It Were A Well-Spent Journey,
Though Seven 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 Pierced Hand:
The Lamb Is All The Glory
Of Emmanuel’s Land.
