{title:Immanuels Land (480)}
{Key:G}
Title: Immanuels Land (480)
Immanuels Land (480)
D A7 Bm G A
The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of heaven breaks;
A7 D A7 D G D A D
The summer morn Ive sighed for the fair, sweet morn awakes:
G Gm D G Gm D
Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand,
G D A7 D A7 D
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuels land.
O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love!
The streams of earth Ive tasted more deep Ill drink above:
There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuels land.
O I am my Beloveds and my Beloveds 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 Immanuels land.
The Bride eyes not her garment, but her dear Bridegrooms 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 Immanuels land.