~The Sands Of Time Are Sinking

       This beautiful hymn was written by Mrs. Annie Ross Cousin.  She was a Scotch lady, the wife of Rev. William Cousin, minister of the Free Church of Melrose, Scotland.  The hymn was first published in 1857.

       It is often called “Rutherford’s hymn,” because in the last day of his life, this sainted hero, in answer to the question, “What think ye now of Christ?” made the following answer, which furnished the refrain of our hymn—

       “Oh, that all my brethren in the land may know what a Master I have serve, and what peace I have this day!  I shall sleep in Christ, and when I awake, I shall be satisfied with His likeness.”

—Amos R. Wells

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The Sands of Time[1]

1           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.

2           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 fullness

His mercy doth expand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.

3           With mercy and with judgment

My web of time He wove,

And aye the dews of sorrow

Were brightened by 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.

4           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.