Calvary Songs ‎#147

147. Immanuel's Land

1 The sands of time are wasting,
The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn awakes,
Oh, dark hath been the midnight,
But day-spring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

2 Oh! 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 fulness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

3 Oh! I am my Beloved's,
And my Beloved's mine,
He brings a poor vile sinner,
Into his house divine,
Upon the Rock of Ages,
My soul redeemed shall stand,
Where glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land,
Where glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

Text Information

• First Line: The sands of time are wasting
• Title: Immanuel's Land
• Author: A. R. Cousin
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1875

Tune Information

• Name: [The sands of time are wasting]
• Composer: W. F. Sherwin