Title: The Sands of Time (480)
{Key:F}
3 for F
Verse 1
F C7 Dm
The sands of time are sinking,
Bb C
the dawn of heaven breaks;
C7 F C7 F Bb
The summer morn Ive sighed for
F C F
the fair, sweet morn awakes:
Bb Bbm F
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
Bb Bbm F
but dayspring is at hand,
Bb F C7
And glory, glory dwelleth
F C7 F
in Immanuels land.
Verse 2
F C7 Dm
O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep,
Bb C
sweet well of love!
C7 F C7 F Bb
The streams of earth Ive tasted more
F C F
deep I'll drink above:
Bb Bbm F
There to an ocean fullness
Bb Bbm F
His mercy doth expand,
Bb F C7
And glory, glory dwelleth
F C7 F
in Immanuels land.
Verse 3
F C7 Dm
O I am my Beloveds and my
Bb C
Beloveds mine!
C7 F C7 F
He brings a poor vile sinner
Bb F C F
into His house of wine.
Bb Bbm C7 Bb
I stand upon His merit-
Bbm F
I know no other stand,
Bb F C7 F
Not even where glory dwellethin
C7 F
Immanuels land.
Verse 4
F C7 Dm
The Bride eyes not her garment,
Bb C
but her dear Bridegrooms face;
C7 F C7 F
I will not gaze at glory but
Bb F C F
on my King of grace.
Bb Bbm
Not at the crown He giveth
F Bb Bbm F
but on His pierced hand;
Bb F C7
The Lamb is all the glory of
F C7 F
Immanuels land.