1349. The sands of time are sinking

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 has been the midnight;
But dayspring is at hand:
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

2 I've wrestled on to'ard heaven,
'Gainst storm and wind and tide;
Now, like a weary trav'ler
That leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life's ling'ring sand,
I hail the glory dawning,
From Immanuel's land,
I hail the glory dawning,
From Immanuel's land.

3 Deep waters crossed life's pathway,
The hedge of thorns was sharp;
Now these lie all behind me;
O for a well-tuned harp!
O for the "hallelujah,"
With yon triumphant band!
Who sing where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel's land,
Who sing where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel's land.

Text Information
First Line: The sands of time are sinking
Author: Annie R. Cousin
Publication Date: 1886
Scripture:
Topic: Bible Songs: Reward of Saints
Tune Information
Name: IMMANUEL'S LAND
Arranged: Melody by Mrs. Florence L. McCallum
Key: E♭ Major



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