Paroles de Immanuel's Land

O Christ He is a fountain, a deep sweet well of love The streams that I have tasted, more deep I'll drink above And fuller than the ocean, His mercy does expand Glory, glory, in Immanuel's land Oh, glory, glory, glory, in Immanuel's land Oh, I am my Beloved's, and my Beloved's mine He brings this weary sinner into His house of wine I stand upon His merit, I know no other stand Glory, glory, in Immanuel's land Oh, glory, glory, glory, in Immanuel's land A 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! Glory, glory, in Immanuel's land Oh, glory, glory, glory, in Immanuel's land Glory, glory, in Immanuel's land Oh, glory, glory, glory, in Immanuel's land Oh, glory, glory, in Immanuel's land Oh, glory, glory, glory, in Immanuel's land Oh, glory, glory, in Immanuel's land Oh, glory, glory, glory, in Immanuel's land!