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!