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 has been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
With mercy and with judgment,
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustred by 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