# Lord’s Day Hymn – “Into His house of wine”

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- Published: 2008-11-16T15:17:05-06:00
- Author: tollelege

“The Sands of Time Are Sinking”
 By Anne Cousin, 1857

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 had 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 seven 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 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 Emmanuel’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.

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.

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 is mine! He brings a poor vile sinner Into His
house of wine I stand upon His merit – I know no other stand, Not e’en where glory
dwelleth In Emmanuel’s land.

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