The Sands of Time Are Sinking - John Marshall Family

[@rualarenthlei335]

I feel blessed to be able to listen such a soul lifting song.

[@Tanama55]

I remember listening to this song years ago

[@anguswang4117]

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 sev'n 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 always dews of sorrow Were lustered 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. Oh! 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 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.

[@LMunson1000]

Did you intend to have the song repeat? It's on here twice.