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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, sweet well of love!
The streams of 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! Well it is forever,
Oh! well forevermore,
My nest hung in no forest
of all this death doomed shore:
Yea, let the vain world vanish,
as from the ship the strand,
While glory�glory dwelleth
in Immanuel�s land.
There the Red Rose of Sharon
unfolds its heartsome bloom
And fills the air of heaven
with ravishing perfume:
Oh! To behold it blossom,
while by its fragrance fanned
Where glory�glory dwelleth
in Immanuel�s land.
The King there in His beauty,
without a veil is seen:
It were a well spent journey,
though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army,
doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory�glory dwelleth
in Immanuel�s land.
Oft in yon sea beat prison
My Lord and I held tryst,
For Anwoth was not heaven,
and preaching was not Christ:
And aye, my murkiest storm cloud
was by a rainbow spanned,
Caught from the glory dwelling
in Immanuel�s land.
But that He built a Heaven
of His surpassing love,
A little new Jerusalem,
like to the one above,
�Lord take me over the water�
hath been my loud demand,
Take me to my love�s own country,
unto Immanuel�s land.
But flowers need nights cool darkness,
the moonlight and the dew;
So Christ, from one who loved it,
His shining oft withdrew:
And then, for cause of absence
my troubled soul I scanned
But glory shadeless shineth
in Immanuel�s land.
The little birds of Anwoth,
I used to count them blessed,
Now, beside happier altars
I go to build my nest:
Over these there broods no silence,
no graves around them stand,
For glory, deathless, dwelleth
in Immanuel�s land.
Fair Anwoth by the Solway,
to me thou still art dear,
Even from the verge of heaven,
I drop for thee a tear.
Oh! If one soul from Anwoth meet
me at God�s right hand,
My heaven will be two heavens,
In Immanuel�s land.
I�ve wrestled on towards Heaven,
against storm and wind and tide,
Now, like a weary traveler
that leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
while sinks life�s lingering sand,
I hail the glory dawning
from Immanuel�s land.
Deep waters crossed life�s pathway,
the hedge of thorns was sharp;
Now, these lie all behind me
Oh! for a well tuned harp!
Oh! To join hallelujah
with yon triumphant band,
Who sing where glory dwelleth
in Immanuel�s land.
With mercy and with judgment
my web of time He wove,
And aye, the dews of sorrow were
lustered with His love;
I�ll bless the hand that guided,
I�ll bless the heart that planned
When throned where glory dwelleth
in Immanuel�s land.
Soon shall the cup of glory
wash down earth�s bitterest woes,
Soon shall the desert briar
break into Eden�s rose;
The curse shall change to blessing
the name on earth that�s banned
Be graven on the white stone
in Immanuel�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 even where glory dwelleth
in Immanuel�s land.
I shall sleep sound in Jesus,
filled with His likeness rise,
To love and to adore Him,
to see Him with these eyes:
�Tween me and resurrection
but Paradise doth stand;
Then�then for glory dwelling
in Immanuel�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 Immanuel�s land.
I have borne scorn and hatred,
I have borne wrong and shame,
Earth�s proud ones have reproached me
for Christ�s thrice blessed Name:
Where God His seal set fairest
they�ve stamped the foulest brand,
But judgment shines like noonday
in Immanuel�s land.
They�ve summoned me before them,
but there I may not come,
My Lord says �Come up hither,�
My Lord says �Welcome home!�
My King, at His white throne,
my presence doth command
Where glory�glory dwelleth
in Immanuel�s land.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 7 6 7 5
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Dates:
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1857
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Bible Refs:
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Is 33:17; Rev 19:7;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1962 | # 776 | | 1919 | # 680 | | 1960 | # 651 | | 1890 | # 248 | | 1881 | # 384 | | 1964 | # 502 | | 1954 | # 637 | | | # 975 | | | # 944 | | 1908 | # 683 | | 1938 | # 668 | | 1917 | # 489 | | 1961 | # 599 |
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Name:
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RUTHERFORD
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 7 6 7 5
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Dates:
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1857
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 776 | F | | # 502 | F | | # 975 | F | | # 637 | F |
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