[Verse 1]
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.
[Verse 2]
With mercy and with judgment My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow Were lustred with 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.
[Verse 3]
Oh! I am my Beloved s, And my Beloved s mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner Into His house of wine!
I stand upon His merit, I know no other stand,
Not even where glory dwelleth... In Immanuel s land.
[Verse 4]
The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear Bridegroom s face:
I will not gaze at glory, But on my King of grace â
Not at the crown He giveth, But on His pierced hand:
The Lamb is all the glory... Of Immanuel s land.
