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.
From "The Sands of Time are Sinking"
Words: Anne Cousin (based on Samuel Rutherford's letters)
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.
From "The Sands of Time are Sinking"
Words: Anne Cousin (based on Samuel Rutherford's letters)
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