The Sands of Time Are Sinking: Sovereign Grace Music

Verse 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.

Verse 2
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 Immanuel’s land.

Verse 3
O Christ, he is the fountain,
The deep, deep 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 Immanuel’s land.

Verse 4
With mercy and with judgment
My web of time he wove;
And always dews of sorrow
Were lustered with his love;
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Verse 5
Oh! 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 even where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Verse 6
The bride eyes not her garments,
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
In Immanuel’s land.