Mrs. A. R. Cousin, wife of Rev. W. Cousin, Free Church minister of
Melrose, has woven into a delightful poem many of Samuel Rutherford's
most remarkable utterances. This piece has become almost a household
hymn, known over all our country, and in America no less. It is
entitled sometimes by its first line, "The sands of time are sinking,"
and sometimes, "The Last Words of S. R.," though it takes in many of
his sayings, besides his deathbed words.
The sands of time are sinking, Letters 79, 147.
The dawn of Heaven breaks,
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory--glory dwelleth Letter 323.
In Immanuel's land.
Oh! well it is for ever,
Oh! well for evermore, Letter 4.
My nest hung in no forest
Of all this death-doom'd shore:
Yea, let the vain world vanish,
As from the ship the strand,
While glory--glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
There the Red Rose of Sharon Letters 181, 321.
Unfolds its heartsome bloom,
And fills the air of Heaven
With ravishing perfume:--
Oh! to behold it blossom,
While by its fragrance fann'd
Where glory--glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
The King there in His beauty, Letters 165, 284,
Without a veil, is seen: 291, 318.
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.
Oh! Christ He is the Fountain,
The deep sweet well of love!
The _streams_ on earth I've tasted, Letters 288, 317.
More deep I'll drink above:
There, to an _ocean_ fulness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory--glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
E'en Anwoth was not heaven--
E'en preaching was not Christ; Letters 86, 96,
And in my sea-beat prison 225, 335.
My Lord and I held tryst:
And aye my murkiest storm-cloud
Was by a rainbow spann'd,
Caught from the glory dwelling
In Immanuel's land.
But that He built a heaven
Of His surpassing love,
A little New Jerusalem,
Like to the one above,-- Letter 233.
"Lord, take me o'er the water,"
Had been my loud demand,
"Take me to love's own country,
Unto Immanuel's land."
But flowers need night's cool darkness
The moonlight and the dew;
So Christ, from one who loved it,
His shining oft withdrew; Letter 234.
And then for cause of absence,
My troubled soul I scann'd--
But glory, shadeless, shineth
In Immanuel's land.
The little birds of Anwoth
I used to count them blest,--
Now, beside happier altars
I go to build my nest: Letters 92, 167,
O'er these there broods no silence, 206.
No graves around them stand,
For glory, deathless, dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
Fair Anwoth by the Solway,
To me thou still art dear!
E'en from the verge of Heaven Letter 225.
I drop for thee a tear.
Oh! if one soul from Anwoth
Meet me at God's right hand,
My Heaven will be two Heavens,
In Immanuel's land.
I have wrestled on towards Heaven,
'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide:--
Now, like a weary traveller, Letters 275, 326.
That leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life's ling'ring sand,
I hail the glory dawning
From Immanuel's land.
Deep waters cross'd life's pathway,
The hedge of thorns was sharp; Letter 137.
Now these lie all behind me--
Oh! for a well-tuned harp! Deathbed, p. 21.
Oh! to join Halleluiah
With yon triumphant band,
Who sing, where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel's land.
With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow Letters 245, 295,
Were lustred with His love. 298.
I'll bless the hand that guided,
I'll bless the heart that plann'd,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
Soon shall the cup of glory
Wash down earth's bitterest woes,
Soon shall the desert-briar Letters 20, 295.
Break into Eden's rose:
The curse shall change to blessing--
The name on earth that's bann'd, Rev. ii. 17.
Be graven on the white stone
In Immanuel's land.
Oh! I am my Belovèd's,
And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner Letters 76, 116,
Into His "House of wine." 119, 148.
I stand upon His merit,
I know no other stand,
Not e'en where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
I shall sleep sound in Jesus,
Fill'd with His likeness rise,
To live and to adore Him,
To see Him with these eyes.
'Tween me and resurrection Page 21 of "Life".
But Paradise doth stand;
Then--then for glory dwelling
In Immanuel's land!
The Bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze at glory, Letters 21, 168.
But on my King of Grace--
Not at the crown He gifteth,
But on His piercèd hand:
The _Lamb_ is all the glory
Of Immanuel's land.
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 stamp'd their foulest brand;
But judgment shines like noonday
In Immanuel's land.
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, Deathbed saying.
My presence doth command,
Where glory--glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.