Anne Cousin was born on April 27, 1824 in Kingston-upon-Hull, Yorkshire, England. The daughter of a doctor, Anne married William Cousin, pastor of the Free Church of Melrose, Scotland. She contributed many poems to various periodicals; seven hymns to The Service of Praise (Edinburgh, Scotland, 1865); and one to Psalms and Hymns for Divine Worship, 1866, the hymnal of the English Presbyterian Church. Four of her hymns were included in the Scottish Presbyterian Hymnal, 1876. The hymn, “The Sands Of Time Are Sinking” is taken from a poem written by Anne Cousin. Cousin poem is based on the classic book “The Letters Of Samuel Rutherford” written in the 17th century1.
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.
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.
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.
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.
O I am my Beloveds
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.
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