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 Emmanuel's land 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 Emmanuel's land 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 e'en where glory dwelleth In Emmanuel's land 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 pierced hand The Lamb is all the glory Of Emmanuel's land