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
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
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
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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
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
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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
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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