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The Sands of Time (480)
3 for F
Verse 1
The
F
sands of
C7
time are sin
Dm
king,
the
Bb
dawn of heaven
C
breaks;
C7
The
F
summer
C7
morn IÂ’ve
F
sighed
Bb
for
the
F
fair, sweet
C
morn
a
F
wakes:
Dark,
Bb
dark hath
Bbm
been the
F
midnight,
Bb
but
dayspring
Bbm
is at
F
hand,
And glory,
Bb
glory
F
dwell
C7
eth
F
in
Immanu
C7
elÂ’s
l
F
and.
Verse 2
O
F
Christ, He is
C7
the fountain, the
Dm
deep,
sweet
Bb
well of
C
love!
C7
The
F
streams of
C7
earth IÂ’ve
F
tasted
Bb
more
F
deep
I
C
Â’’ll drink a
F
bove:
There
Bb
to an o
Bbm
cean
F
fullness
His
Bb
mer
Bbm
cy doth ex
F
pand,
And glory,
Bb
glory
F
dwell
C7
eth
in
F
Imman
C7
uelÂ’s
l
F
and.
Verse 3
O
F
I am my Be
C7
lovedÂ’s and
Dm
my
Belov
Bb
edÂ’s
C
mine!
C7
He
F
brings a poor
C7
vile
F
sinner
Bb
into
F
His
C
“house of
F
wine.”
I
Bb
stand
u
Bbm
pon His
C7
merit-
Bb
I
Bbm
know no other
F
stand,
Not even
Bb
where
F
glory
dw
C7
elleth
F
in
Imm
C7
anuelÂ’s
F
land.
Verse 4
The
F
Bride
eyes
C7
not her
Dm
garment,
but
Bb
her dear BridegroomÂ’s
C
face;
C7
I will
F
not gaze at
C7
glory
F
but
Bb
on my
F
King
C
of
F
grace.
Not
Bb
at the
Bbm
crown He giveth
F
but on
Bb
His
Bbm
pierced
F
hand;
The Lamb
Bb
is
F
all the
C7
glory
of
F
Imma
C7
nuelÂ’s
F
land.