This original watercolor painting was inspired by the hymn "The Sands of Time Are Sinking".
Size: An original 6×8 inch watercolor on a 100% cotton paper, matted to 8×10 inches.
Shipping: I ship my work with USPS the majority of the time and a flat rate is automatically calculated at checkout or select "local pick up" for front porch pick up.
Frame not included. If you are interested in having this piece framed as pictured or in an acrylic block frame for an additional cost, please reach out.
"The Sands of Time Are Sinking"
by Ann R. Cousin, 1857
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 has 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 trials lay between:
the Lamb with His fair army
on Zion's mountain stands,
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 piercéd hands;
the Lamb is all the glory
of Emmanuel's land.
Revelation 22:3-5
Thank you for considering a piece of my art for you or your loved ones home.
This original watercolor painting was inspired by the hymn "The Sands of Time Are Sinking".
Size: An original 6×8 inch watercolor on a 100% cotton paper, matted to 8×10 inches.
Shipping: I ship my work with USPS the majority of the time and a flat rate is automatically calculated at checkout or select "local pick up" for front porch pick up.
Frame not included. If you are interested in having this piece framed as pictured or in an acrylic block frame for an additional cost, please reach out.
"The Sands of Time Are Sinking"
by Ann R. Cousin, 1857
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 has 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 trials lay between:
the Lamb with His fair army
on Zion's mountain stands,
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 piercéd hands;
the Lamb is all the glory
of Emmanuel's land.
Revelation 22:3-5
Thank you for considering a piece of my art for you or your loved ones home.
