\version "2.10.10"
\include "common.ly"

\include "Rutherford.ly"

myMusic = 
<<
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	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "1."
		The sands of time are sink -- ing, the dawn of Hea -- ven breaks;
		The sum -- mer morn I’ve sighed for, the fair, sweet morn a -- wakes:
		Dark, dark hath been the mid -- night, but day -- spring is at hand,
		And glo -- ry, glo -- ry dwell -- eth in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}

	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "2."
		O Christ, He is the fount -- ain, the deep, sweet well of love!
		The streams of earth I’ve tast -- ed more deep I’ll drink a -- bove:
		There to an oc -- ean full -- ness His mer -- cy doth ex -- pand,
		And glo -- ry, glo -- ry dwell -- eth in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "3."
		Oh! Well it is for -- ev -- er, Oh! well for -- ev -- er -- more,
		My nest hung in no for -- est of all this death doomed shore:
		Yea, let the vain world van -- ish, as from the ship the strand,
		While glo -- ry, glo -- ry dwell -- eth in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "4."
		There the Red Rose of Shar -- on un -- folds its heart -- some bloom
		And fills the air of hea -- ven with ra -- vish -- ing per -- fume:
		Oh! To be -- hold it blos -- som, while by its frag -- rance fanned
		Where glo -- ry, glo -- ry dwell -- eth in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "5."
		The King there in His beau -- ty, with -- out a veil is seen:
		It were a well spent journ -- ey, though sev -- en deaths lay_be -- tween:
		The Lamb with His fair ar -- my, doth on Mount Zi -- on stand,
		And glo -- ry, glo -- ry dwell -- eth in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "6."
		Oft in yon sea beat pris -- on My Lord and I held tryst,
		For An -- woth was not hea -- ven, and preach -- ing was not Christ:
		And aye, my murk -- iest storm cloud was by a rain -- bow spanned,
		Caught from the glo -- ry dwell -- ing in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "7."
		But that He built a Hea -- ven of His sur -- pass -- ing love,
		A lit -- tle new Je -- ru -- sal’m, like to the one a -- bove,
		“Lord take me over the wa -- ter” hath been my loud de -- mand,
		Take_me to my love’s own coun -- try,_un -- to Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "8."
		But flow’rs need nights cool dark -- ness, the moon -- light and the dew;
		So Christ, from one who loved it, His shin -- ing oft with -- drew:
		And then, for cause of ab -- sence my troubl -- ed soul I scanned
		But glo -- ry shade -- less shin -- eth in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "9."
		The lit -- tle birds of An -- woth, I used to count them blessed,
		Now, be -- side hap -- pier alt -- ars I go to build my nest:
		O’er these there broods no sil -- ence, no graves a -- round them stand,
		For glo -- ry, death -- less, dwell -- eth in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "10."
		Fair An -- woth by the Sol -- way, to me thou still art dear,
		Ev’n from the verge of hea -- ven, I drop for thee a tear.
		Oh! If one soul from An -- woth meet me at God’s right hand,
		My heav’n will be two hea -- vens, in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "11."
		I’ve wrest -- led on towards Hea -- ven, a -- gainst storm, wind, and tide,
		Now, like a wea -- ry travel -- er that lean -- eth on his guide,
		A -- mid the shades of even -- ing, while sinks life’s linger -- ing sand,
		I hail the glo -- ry dawn -- ing from Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "12."
		Deep wat -- ers crossed life’s path -- way, the hedge of thorns was sharp;
		Now, these lie all be -- hind me Oh! for a well tuned harp!
		Oh! To join hal -- lel -- u -- jah with yon tri -- umph -- ant band,
		Who sing where glo -- ry dwell -- eth in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "13."
		With mer -- cy and with judg -- ment my web of time He wove,
		And aye, the dews of sor -- row were lust -- ered with His love;
		I’ll bless the hand that guid -- ed, I’ll bless the heart that planned
		When throned where glo -- ry dwell -- eth in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
		
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "14."
		Soon shall the cup of glo -- ry wash down earth’s bitter -- est woes,
		Soon shall the des -- ert bri -- ar break in -- to E -- den’s rose;
		The curse shall change to bless -- ing the name on earth that’s banned
		Be grav -- en on the white stone in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "15."
		O I am my Be -- lov -- ed’s and my Be -- lov -- ed’s mine!
		He brings a poor vile sin -- ner in -- to His “house of wine.”
		I stand up -- on His mer -- it: I know no oth -- er stand,
		Not ev’n where glo -- ry dwell -- eth in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "16."
		I shall sleep sound in Je -- sus, filled with His like -- ness rise,
		To love and to a -- dore Him, to see Him with these eyes:
		’Tween me and re -- sur -- rec -- tion but Par -- a -- dise doth stand;
		Then, then for glo -- ry dwell -- ing in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "17."
		The Bride eyes not her gar -- ment, but her dear Bride -- groom’s face;
		I will not gaze at glo -- ry but on my King of grace. Not at the crown
		He giv -- eth but on His pierc -- ed hand;
		The Lamb is all the glo -- ry of Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "18."
		I have borne scorn and ha -- tred, I have borne wrong and shame,
		Earth’s proud ones have re -- proached me for Christ’s thrice bless -- ed Name:
		Where God His seal set fair -- est they’ve stamped the foul -- est brand,
		But judg -- ment shines like noon -- day in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\lyricsto "Melody" \new Lyrics
	{
		\set stanza = "19."
		They’ve sum -- moned me be -- fore them, but there I may not come,
		My Lord says “Come up hith -- er,” My Lord says “Wel -- come home!”
		My King, at His white throne, _ my pre -- sence doth com -- mand
		Where glo -- ry, glo -- ry dwell -- eth in Im -- man -- uel’s land.
	}
	
	\tb
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	\header
	{
		title = "The Sands of Time are Sinking"
		subtitle = "Rutherford, 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.5"
		copyright = "Public domain"
		poet = "Anne R. Cousin (1887 - 1960)"
		composer = "Chrétien d’Urhan (1790 - 1845)"
		arranger = "Edward F. Rimbault (1816 - 1876)"
		tagline=""
	}
	
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		 	\justify
			{
				In 1627, Samuel Rutherford, a Scottish minister, became the pastor of Anwoth, Scotland.
				Because of a refusal to conform to the religious establishment, he was exiled to Aberdeen,
				from which he was allowed to return in 1638. During his absence, Mr. William Dalgleish
				was responsible for the parish of Anwoth. Verse eighteen of this hymn comes from a letter,
				a portion of which appears below, to Mr. Dalgleish during Rutherford's exile:
			}
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			{
				Brother, this is His own truth I now suffer for. He has sealed my sufferings with His own
				comforts, and I know that He will not put His seal upon blank paper. His seals are not
				dumb nor delusive, to confirm imaginations and lies. Go on, my dear brother, in the strength
				of the Lord, not fearing man who is a worm, nor the son of man that shall die. Providence
				has a thousand keys, to open a thousand sundry doors for the deliverance of His own, when
				it is even come to a “conclamatum est” (“He is dead past all hope”). Let us be faithful,
				and care for our own part, which is to do and suffer for Him, and lay Christ’s part on
				Himself, and leave it there. Duties are ours, events are the Lord’s. When our faith goeth
				to meddle with events, and to hold a court (if I may so speak) upon God’s providence, and
				beginneth to say, “How wilt Thou do this and that?” we lose ground. We have nothing to do
				there. It is our part to let the Almighty exercise His own office, and steer His own helm.
				There is nothing left to us, but to see how we may be approved of Him, and how we may roll
				the weight of our weak souls in well-doing upon Him who is God Omnipotent: and when what
				we thus essay miscarrieth, it will be neither our sin nor cross.
			}
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