The poem in its completeness is many verses
with personal references to elements of Samuel Rutherford's earthly pilgramage.
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 has been the midnight, But dayspring is at hand, And
glory-glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
2.
Oh! Well it is for ever Oh! Well for evermore - My nest hung in no
forest Of all this death-doomed shore:
Yea, let the vain world vanish, As from the ship the strand, While
glory-glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
3.
There the Red Rose of Sharon Unfolds its heartsome bloom And fills the
air of heaven With ravishing perfume:
Oh! To behold its blossom, While by its fragrance fann'd Where glory-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 seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb, with His fair army, Doth on Mount Zion stand, And glory-glory
dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
5.
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.
6.
Oft in yon sea-beat prison My Lord and I held tryst, For Anwoth was not
heaven, And preaching was not Christ;
And aye, my murkiest storm-cloud Was by a rainbow spann'd, Caught from
the glory dwelling In Immanuel's land.
7.
But that he built a Heaven Of His surpassing love, A little New
Jerusalem, Like to the one above,
"Lord take me o'er the water," Had been my loud demand, Take
me to love's own country, Unto Immanuel's land.
8.
But flow'rs need night's cool darkness, The moonlight and the dew; So
Christ, from one who loved it, His shining oft withdrew:-
And then, for cause of absence My troubled soul I scann'd,But glory
shadeless, shineth In Immanuel's land.
9.
The little birds of Anwoth, I used to count them blest, -Now, beside
happier altars I go to build my nest:
O'er these there broods no silence, No graves around them stand, For
glory, deathless, dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
10.
Fair Anwoth, by the Solway, To me thou still art dear, E'en from the
verge of heaven, I drop for thee a tear.
Oh! If one from Anwoth Meet me at God's right hand, My Heaven will be
two Heavens, In Immanuel's land.
11.
I've wrestled on towards heaven'Gainst storm, and wind and tide'Now like
a weary traveller That leaneth on his Guide,
Amid the shades of evening,While sinks life's lingering sand,I hail the
glory dawningFrom Immanuel's land.
12.
Deep waters cross'd life's pathway,The hedge of thorns was sharp;Now,
these lie all behind me -Oh! For a well tuned harp!
Oh! to join HallelujahWith yon triumphant band,Who sing, where glory
dwelleth,In Immanuel's land.
13.
With mercy and with judgmentMy web of time He wove,And aye, the dews of
sorrowWere lustred with His love:-
I'll bless the hand that guided, I'll bless the hand that plann'd When
throned where glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
14.
Soon shall the cup of glory Wash down earth's bitt'rest woes,Soon shall
the desert briarBreak into Eden's rose;
The curse shall change to blessing -The Name on earth that's bann'd Be
graven on white stone In Immanuel's land.
15.
Oh! I am my Beloved's, And my Beloved's mine! He brings a poor vile
sinnerIn to His "house of wine":
I stand upon His merit,I know no other stand,Not e'en where glory
dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
16.
I shall sleep sound in Jesus,Fill'd with His likeness rise,To love and
to adore Him,To see Him with these eyes:-
Tween me and resurrection But Paradise doth stand;Then-then for glory
dwelling In Immanuel's land.
17.
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.
18.
I have borne scorn and hatred,I have borne wrong and shame, Earth's
proud ones have reproach'd me For Christ's thrice-blessed name:
Where God His seal set fairest They've stampt their foulest brand, But
judgment shines like noonday In Immanuel's land.
19.
They've summoned me before them, But there I may not come, -My Lord says
"Come up hither", My Lord says "Welcome home!"
My kingly King, at His white throne, My presence doth command, Where
glory-glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
