The Sands of Time are Sinking

Yesterday morning's quiet time found me reading Paul David Tripp's entry in his New Morning Mercies for March 24th and then in Mike McKinley's Passion. As things often go, both of these were related and spoke loudly to my soul:

Jesus is the hope of heaven. Jesus is the promise. He is the reward. Ultimately, that’s the difference between those two thieves. The first wants Jesus to do things for him. The second just wants Jesus. The first will love Jesus if He gives him what he demands right now. The second just wants Jesus to remember him, to know him beyond death
— Mike Mckinley in Passion, referring to Luke 23:39-43
God alone is able to give you life. He alone is able to give rest to your searching heart. He designed his world to point to him, not to replace him
— Paul David Tripp, New Morning Mercies

At the end of McKinley's chapter on Luke 23:39-43, he included the lyrics to this hymn. I found Indelible Grace's version. Beautiful. My song to learn for the drive this week. Good medicine for my soul. 

The Sands of Time are Sinking

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 had been the midnight 
But dayspring is at hand, 
And glory, glory dwelleth 
In Emmanuel’s land.

2. 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 Emmanuel’s land

3. O 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 fullness 
His mercy doth expand, 
And glory, glory dwelleth 
In Emmanuel’s land.

4. 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 Emmanuel’s land.

5. O I am my Beloved’s 
And my Beloved is mine! 
He brings a poor vile sinner 
Into His house of wine 
I stand upon His merit - 
I know no other stand, 
Not e’en where glory dwelleth 
In Emmanuel’s land.

Lyrics by A.R. Cousin (1824-1906)

Lovely Modern Version by Indelible Grace

See Rebecca Writes Saturday Post for more hymns.