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 The King there in his beauty Without a veil is seen It were a well-spent journey Though sev'n deaths lay between The Lamb with his fair army Doth on Mount Zion stand And glory, glory dwelleth In Emmanuel's land