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in immanuel’s land.

Oh! 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 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 plann’d,
When throned where glory dwelleth In Immanuel’s land.

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 gifteth, But on His piercèd hand:—
The Lamb is all the glory Of Immanuel’s land.

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. –

words by Samuel Rutherford, adapted by Anne Cousin

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2 responses

  1. That is one of my favorite hymns. It wasn’t until a couple years ago that a friend gave me a copy of the full 18 or so verses. I had no idea there were so many!

    March 29, 2012 at 5:41 pm

  2. i'm a stranger here myself

    Mine too.

    I felt like a kid in a candy shop when I found more of the verses. I walked around with them in my back pocket and showed anyone who would listen. The words are so full of meaning, hope, and perspective.

    March 29, 2012 at 10:42 pm

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