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 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. With mercy and with judgment My web of time He wove, And aye the dews of sorrow Were lustred by 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. 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 1 by JAMES JOYCE FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH MUSIC IN THE NIGHT by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD INDEPENDENCE DAY by ROYALL TYLER AN APRIL MORNING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BLACK GIRL by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS LILIES: 27. THE WAVE-TOSSED VESSEL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |