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Song written by:
Original in English: Anne R. Cousin [Anne Ross Cousin / Cundell] (April 27, 1824
Hull, England, UK – December 6, 1906, Edinburgh, Scotland)
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 hath been the midnight
But dayspring is at hand
And glory glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land
2
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 doth expand
And glory glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land
3
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
4
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
5
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
6
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
7
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
8
But flowers need night’s 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
9
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
10
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
11
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
12
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
13
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
14
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
15
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
16
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
17
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 piercèd hand
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land
18
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
19
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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