The Sands of Time Are Sinking

I will be introducing a new blog series on heaven next week. 

In light of eternity, Anne R. Cousin wrote a hymn concerning the beauty of heaven manifested in the glory of God reigning supreme. The glory of God finds centrality in the “King of grace” who gives us a crown. The king of Grace is the Lamb who hands us righteousness from “His pierced hand” and He is all the glory of Emmanuel’s land. 

Here are four stanzas from this beautiful hymn by Anne R. Cousin (1857).

 “The Sands of Time Are Sinking” 

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.

The king there in his beauty, without a veil is seen;
It were a well-spent journey, though sev’n deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army doth on Mount Zion stand,
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.

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 Emmanuel’s land.

This is the first entry in Heaven: A Blog Series.

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