A New Favourite Hymn

The Sands of Time Are Sinking

Anne R. Cousin (1857)

Listen to this version by Connie Dever (:

Because it reminds us that the time on this earth is fleeting, and that dark as all may seem now or may seem at death, our Light and Glory will be at hand —

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.

Because it reminds us that seeing Christ as He is will be our wondrous reward, and that as Romans 8:18 says, our current sufferings (heavy and real as they are) have no comparison with our future glory —

The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen;
It were a well-spent journey though se’en deaths lay between;
The Lamb with His fair army, doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory, dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

Because it reminds us that our appreciation of His goodness now is incomplete, and we will deeply, fully, ‘taste and see that He is good’ —

O Christ He is the Fountain, the deep, deep well of love,
The streams 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.

Because it reminds us that we will come to see and rejoice that all we went through in this life was purposeful and meaningful, despite what we feel about it now —

With mercy and judgment, my web of time He wove,
And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love,
I’ll bless the Hand that guideth, I’ll bless the Heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

Because it reminds us that the King has chosen us in all our wretchedness to be His ‘beloved’, and bestowed on us all the blessings we never deserved nor even knew to ask for —

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 e’en when glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

Because it reminds us that heaven is heaven not merely because we are free of sin and sorrow, but firstly because the Lamb is all the glory in that glorious place —

The bride eyes not her garments, 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.

So incredibly heaven-minded and beautiful.

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