Glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land

Michael Mckinley at The Church Matters blog provides information about a very good hymn new to me set to very good music new to just about everyone:

For the celebration of Mark [Dever's] 15th anniversary at Capitol Hill Baptist Church, his wife Connie wrote a new tune to "The Sands of Time Are Sinking." It's one of Mark's favorite hymns and he's often remarked that he wants it sung at his funeral. There aren't a lot of very good tunes for the words, but Connie has written a beautiful one.

The video is from the Church Matters site, as is the route to a downloadable pdf of the words and music.

  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.   The King there in His beauty, Without a veil is seen:  It were a well spent journey, though seven deaths lay between: The Lamb with His fair army, Doth on Mount Zion stand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.   O Christ, He is the fountain, The deep, deep well of love,  The streams on earth 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.   With mercy and with judgment My web of time He wove,  And aye the dews of sorrow were lustred with 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.   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 even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’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.
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