{title:The Sands of Time (480)}
{key:F}
{comment:CAPO 3 for F}
{comment: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 I’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]el’s l[F]and.
{comment: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 I’ve [F]tasted [Bb]more
 [F]deep I[C]’'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]uel’s l[F]and.
{comment:Verse 3}
O [F]I am my Be[C7]loved’s and [Dm]my 
Belov[Bb]ed’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]anuel’s [F]land.
{comment:Verse 4}
The [F]Bride eyes[C7] not her [Dm]garment, 
but [Bb]her dear Bridegroom’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]nuel’s [F]land.
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