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The Sands of Time

Author: Annie R. Cousin Hymnal: Songs of Faith and Praise #900 (1994) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.5 First Line: The sands of time are sinking Tune Title: RUTHERFORD

The sands of time are sinking

Author: Mrs. Annie R. Cousin Hymnal: The New Laudes Domini #1160 (1892) Topics: The Christian's Death Languages: English Tune Title: RUTHERFORD

How Blest Is He Whose Trespass

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2197 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1. How blest is he whose trespass Hath freely been forgiv’n, Whose sin is wholly covered Before the sight of Heav’n. But he to whom Jehovah Will not impute his sin, Who has a guileless spirit, Whose heart is true within. 2. While I kept guilty silence My strength was spent with grief; Thy hand was heavy on me, My soul found no relief; But when I owned my trespass, My sin hid not from Thee, When I confessed transgression, Then Thou forgavest me. 3. So let the godly seek Thee In times when Thou art near; No whelming floods shall reach them, Nor cause their hearts to fear. In Thee, O Lord, I hide me, Thou savest me from ill, And songs of Thy salvation My heart with rapture thrill. 4. I graciously will teach thee The way that thou shalt go, And with Mine eye upon thee My counsel make thee know. But be ye not unruly, Or slow to understand, Be not perverse, but willing To heed My wise command. 5. The sorrows of the wicked In number shall abound, But those that trust Jehovah, His mercy shall surround. Then in the Lord be joyful, In song lift up your voice; Be glad in God, ye righteous, Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice. Languages: English Tune Title: RUTHERFORD

O Lamb of God, Still Keep Me

Author: James G. Deck Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5080 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1. O Lamb of God, still keep me Close to Thy piercèd side; ’Tis only there in safety And peace I can abide. What foes and snares surround me, What lusts and fears within! The grace that sought and found me Alone can keep me clean. 2. ’Tis only in Thee hiding I feel myself secure; Only in Thee abiding, The conflict can endure. Thine arm the victory gaineth O’er every hateful foe; Thy love my heart sustaineth In all its cares and woe. 3. Soon shall my eyes behold Thee With rapture face to face; One half hath not been told me Of all Thy power and grace. Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, The wonders of Thy love, Shall be the endless story Of all Thy saints above. Languages: English Tune Title: RUTHERFORD

The Sands of Time Are Sinking

Author: Anne R. Cousin Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5889 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 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 fullness His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. 3. Oh! Well it is forever, Oh! well forevermore, My nest hung in no forest of all this death doomed shore: Yea, let the vain world vanish, as from the ship the strand, While glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. 4. There the red rose of Sharon unfolds its heartsome bloom And fills the air of Heaven with ravishing perfume: Oh! To behold it blossom, while by its fragrance fanned Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. 5. 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. 6. Oft in yon sea beat prison My Lord and I held tryst, For Anwoth was not Heaven, and preaching was not Christ: And aye, my murkiest storm cloud was by a rainbow spanned, Caught from the glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. 7. But that He built a Heaven of His surpassing love, A little new Jerusalem, like to the one above, Lord take me over the water hath been my loud demand, Take me to my love’s own country, unto Immanuel’s land. 8. But flowers need night’s cool darkness, the moonlight and the dew; So Christ, from one who loved it, His shining oft withdrew: And then, for cause of absence my troubled soul I scanned But glory shadeless shineth in Immanuel’s land. 9. The little birds of Anwoth, I used to count them blessed, Now, beside happier altars I go to build my nest: Over these there broods no silence, no graves around them stand, For glory, deathless, dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. 10. Fair Anwoth by the Solway, to me thou still art dear, Even from the verge of Heaven, I drop for thee a tear. Oh! If one soul from Anwoth meet me at God’s right hand, My heaven will be two heavens, In Immanuel’s land. 11. I’ve wrestled on towards Heaven, against storm and wind and tide, Now, like a weary traveler that leaneth on his guide, Amid the shades of evening, while sinks life’s lingering sand, I hail the glory dawning from Immanuel’s land. 12. Deep waters crossed life’s pathway, the hedge of thorns was sharp; Now, these lie all behind me Oh! for a well tuned harp! Oh! To join hallelujah with yon triumphant band, Who sing where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. 13. With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove, And aye, the 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. 14. Soon shall the cup of glory wash down earth’s bitterest woes, Soon shall the desert briar break into Eden’s rose; The curse shall change to blessing the name on earth that’s banned Be graven on the white stone in Immanuel’s land. 15. 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 even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. 16. I shall sleep sound in Jesus, filled with His likeness rise, To love and to adore Him, to see Him with these eyes: ’Tween me and resurrection but paradise doth stand; Then—then for glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. 17. 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 piercèd hand; The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel’s land. 18. I have borne scorn and hatred, I have borne wrong and shame, Earth’s proud ones have reproached me for Christ’s thrice blessed name: Where God His seal set fairest they’ve stamped the foulest brand, But judgment shines like noonday in Immanuel’s land. 19. They’ve summoned me before them, but there I may not come, My Lord says Come up hither, My Lord says Welcome home! My king, at His white throne, my presence doth command Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Languages: English Tune Title: RUTHERFORD

The Sands of Time

Author: A. R. Cousins Hymnal: Sacred Songs and Solos #178 (1890) First Line: The sands of time are sinking Topics: Death and Burial; Heaven Scripture: Isaiah 33:17 Languages: English Tune Title: RUTHERFORD

Come Unto me, Ye Weary

Author: William C. Dix Hymnal: The New Christian Hymnal #204 (1929) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D First Line: "Come unto Me, ye weary Lyrics: 1. "Come unto Me, ye weary, And I will give you rest." O blessed voice of Jesus, Which comes to hearts oppressed! It tells of benediction, Of pardon, grace, and peace, Of joy that hath no ending, Of love which cannot cease. 2. "Come unto Me, ye wand'rers, And I will give you light." O loving voice of Jesus, Which comes to cheer the night! Our hearts were filled with sadness, And we had lost our way; But He has brought us gladness, And songs at break of day. 3. "Come unto Me, ye fainting, And I will give you life." O peaceful voice of Jesus, Which comes to end our strife! The foe is stern and eager, The fight is fierce and long; But Thou hast made us mighty, And stronger than the strong. 4. "And whosoever cometh, I will not cast him out." O patient voice of Jesus, Which drives away our doubt, Which calls us--very sinners, Unworthy though we be Of love so free and boundless-- To come, dear Lord, to Thee. Topics: The Church; Means of Grace Gospel Invitation Languages: English Tune Title: RUTHERFORD

The Sands of Time are Wasting

Author: Samuel Rutherford Hymnal: Westminster Sabbath School Hymnal, a collection of hymns and tunes for use in sabbath-schools and social meetings #208 (1883) Topics: The Christian Life Conflict, Work and Growth; The Heavenly Rest Tune Title: [The sands of time are wasting]