[Verse 1]
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O Christ, He is the fountain, The deep sweet well of love!
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The streams on earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above!
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There, to an ocean fullness, His mercy doth expand.
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And glory, glory dwelleth... In Immanuel's land.
[Verse 2]
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With mercy and with judgment My web of time He wove,
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And aye the dews of sorrow Were lustred with His love.
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I'll bless the hand that guided, I'll bless the heart that planned,
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When throned where glory dwelleth... In Immanuel's land.
[Verse 3]
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Oh! I am my Beloved's, And my Beloved's mine!
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He brings a poor vile sinner Into His house of wine!
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I stand upon His merit, I know no other stand,
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Not even where glory dwelleth... In Immanuel's land.
[Verse 4]
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The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear Bridegroom's face:
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I will not gaze at glory, But on my King of grace –
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Not at the crown He giveth, But on His pierced hand:
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The Lamb is all the glory... Of Immanuel's land.