Saturday, February 20, 2010

Rutherford's Hymn


The Sands of Time

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


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 Immanuel’s land.


With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were brightened by His love;
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.


The King there in His beauty
Without a veil is seen;
It were a well spent journey,
Though sev’n deaths lay between;
The Lamb with His fair army
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.


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.


(Annie Ross Cousin, Melrose, 1857)

Note: The last words of the hymn were indeed the last words of Rutherford. He had been summoned to royal court for certain of his writings which challenged the right of an earthly king to reign over Christ's Church. The summons was in all probability an indictment leading to the gallows. But Rutherford was bed-ridden with his last sickness and prophesied that before the following morning at 5:30 he would be before a much higher Court - that of King Jesus. His words came true.

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