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 on earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above; There to an ocean fulness 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 lustred by 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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MERLIN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GARDEN FANCIES: 2. SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS by ROBERT BROWNING THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS [MAY 9, 1775] by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 77. SOUL'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |