Sabbath Psalm (Adapted from Anne Ross Cousin’s hymn, ‘The Sands of Time are Sinking’)
The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for—the far, sweet morn awakes!
Deep dark has been the midnight, but Dayspring is at hand,
Eternal glory dwelling in the Promised Land.
O Christ, You are the Fountain—the deep, sweet Well of love!
The streams of earth I’ve tasted, more deep I’ll drink above.
There to an ocean fullness Your mercy does expand,
Eternal glory dwelling in the Promised Land.
The Bride eyes not her garments, but her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I do not yearn for riches, but for my King’s embrace!
No greater crown I herald than those two nail-pierced hands,
The Lamb is all the glory of the Promised Land.