Sunday's Hymn: The Sands of Time Are Sinking

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 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 gifteth,
But on his pierced hand:
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel’s land.

—Anne R. Cousin

 Other hymns, worship songs, or quotes for this Sunday:

• He Shall Save His People at Tried With Fire
• Committed To The Scripture at The Outspoken Tulip 

Selected Reading

I read these this week and recommend them to you.

Bible

Five Ways to Feel Scripture
From Jared C. Wilson, five tips to help you increase your biblical literacy and gain a “greater feel for the brilliance and power of the Bible.”

Salvation

So Great a Salvation
An outstanding diagram and explanation of God’s work in our salvation.

Sanctification: “I’m justified, so why sanctified?”
Why should we care about sanctification? If every believer is completely justified before God, why does our sanctification matter?

Christian History

Women of the Reformation: Marie Dentiére
The story of the only woman whose name is on the Reformation Wall.

Sunday's Hymn: O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

—George Matheson

 Other hymns, worship songs, or quotes for this Sunday:

• Jesus, Priceless Treasure at The Happy Wonderer
• The Mark of Covenant Grace at Tried With Fire
• I Didn’t Do Anything at The Outspoken Tulip