The Sands of Time Are Sinking

VERSE 1:
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 has been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Emmanuel’s land.

VERSE 2:
The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen:
It were a well spent journey, though trials lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army, on Zion's mountain stands,
And glory—glory dwelleth in Emmanuel’s land.

VERSE 3:
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 will expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Emmanuel’s land.

VERSE 4:
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 gives me, but on His pierced hands;
The Lamb is all the glory of Emmanuel’s land.