Hymns - The Sands of Time Are Sinking - Текст песни

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 Emmanuel'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 Emmanuel'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 Emmanuel's land.

I'll fall asleep in Jesus,
filled with his likeness rise,
to love and to adore him,
to see him with these eyes:
the King of kings in Zion
my presence doth command,
where glory, glory dwelleth
in Emmanuel's land.

I've wrestled on towards heaven,
'gainst storm and wind and tide;
Lord, grant thy weary traveler
to lean on thee as guide,
And 'mid the shades of evening,
while sinks life's lingering sand,
to hail the glory dawning
in Emmanuel's land.