The Sands Of Time Are Sinking

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!
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!
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 E'en Where Glory Dwelleth!
In Immanuel's Land!
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!
Of Immanuel's Land!