This morning for the offertory, we'll introduce the melody to a new song from 1857 called The Sands of Time Are Sinking. The song is about longing for our ultimate destination and finally seeing our savior as he is "in Emmanuel's land". As you hear the melody, take a moment to meditate on these lyrics and let it stir anticipation of the joy of finally seeing your Redeemer face to face. (1 John 3:2, 1 Cor. 13:12)
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 day-spring is at hand,
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 fulness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel's land.
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.
This song, written by Anne Ross Cousin in 1857, is based on letters written by the 17th-century pastor Samuel Rutherford. It is recorded that his dying words were “Glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s Land.” It was this quote that stirred the heart of Anne Ross Cousin almost two hundred years later to set the words of Rutherford into a hymn. The hymn is a marvelous testimony of treasuring Christ above all else in this life and the next. (1 John 3:2, 1 Cor. 13:12)
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