Hymn Detail

AuthorAnne R. Cousin Year1857

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Based upon Samuel Rutherford, 1600-1661 [Key: D] Verse 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. Verse 2 O Christ, He is the Fountain, The deep, sweet Well of Love! The streams of 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. Verse 3 There the Red Rose of Sharon Reveals His handsome bloom He fills the air of Heaven Sending forth His fresh perfume: Oh! To behold His beauty, While by His fragrance fanned, Where glory-glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. Verse 4 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. Verse 5 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, I'll have no Rock beside Him In Immanuel's land. Verse 6 The Bride eyes not her garment, 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.
About the Song "Anne Cousin was affected by Samuel Rutherford's ministry in Scotland. From him, she had learned so much. He was a pastor in a place called Anworth by the Solway. He was arrested for preaching and, after a period in jail, was summoned to appear before the king. He died before being able to respond to the charges brought against him. Many of his choice phrases made an indelible impression on Anne. She assembled them together. As a result, she wrote one of the greatest Christian hymns, 'In Immanuel's Land'. The original rendering has nineteen verses. Each gives an insight into the preaching of Rutherford." (pg. 127, The Sacred Anointing)
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