Music by Chretien Urhan; arr. Edward F. Rimbault, words by Samuel Rutherford; arr. Anne Ross Cousin
Oh, 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 does expand.
And glory, glory's dwelling
In Immanuel's land.
With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And all the dews of sorrow
Were lustered with His love.
I'll bless the hand that guided,
I'll bless the heart that planned,
Where glory, throned, is dwelling
In Immanuel's land.
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,
For He is all the glory
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 gives me,
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel's land.