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Last Words

A Poem inspired by the letters and last words of Samuel Rutherford, by Mrs. A. R. Cousin

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 Immanuel's land.


Letters 79, 147, 323.

Oh! well it is for ever,
     Oh! well for evermore,
My nest hung in no forest
     Of all this death-doom'd shore
Yea, let the vain world vanish,
     As from the ship the strand,
While glory—glory dwelleth
     In Immanuel's land.


Letter 4.

There the Red Rose of Sharon
     Unfolds its heartsome bloom,
And fills the air of Heaven
     With ravishing perfume:—
Oh! to behold it blossom,
     While by its fragrance fann'd,
Where glory—glory dwelleth
     In Immanuel's land.


Letters 181, 321.

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 Immanuel's land.


Letters 165, 284, 291, 318.

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 fulness,
     His mercy doth expand,
And glory—glory dwelleth
     In Immanuel's land.


Letters 288, 317

E'en Anwoth was not heaven—
     E'en preaching was not Christ
And in my sea-beat prison
     My Lord and I held tryst:
And aye my murkiest storm-cloud
     Was by a rainbow spann'd,
Caught from the glory dwelling
     In Immanuel's land.


Letters 86, 96, 225, 335.

But that He built a heaven
     Of His surpassing love,
A little New Jerusalem,
     Like to the one above,—
"Lord, take me o'er the water,"
     Had been my loud demand,
"Take me to love's own country,
     Unto Immanuel's land."


Letter 233.

But flowers need night's cool darkness,
     The moonlight and the dew;
So Christ, from one who loved it,
     His shining oft withdrew;
And then for cause of absence,
     My troubled soul I scann'd—
But glory, shadeless, shineth
     In Immanuel's land.


Letter 234.

The little birds of Anwoth
     I used to count them blest,—
Now, beside happier altars
     I go to build my nest:
O'er these there broods no silence,
     No graves around them stand,
For glory, deathless, dwelleth
     In Immanuel's land.


Letters 92, 167, 206.

Fair Anwoth by the Solway,
     To me thou still art dear!
E'en from the verge of Heaven
     I drop for thee a tear.
Oh! if one soul from Anwoth
     Meet me at God's right hand,
My Heaven will be two Heavens,
     In Immanuel's land.


Letter 225.

I have wrestled on towards Heaven,
     'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide:—
Now, like a weary traveller,
     That leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
     While sinks life's ling'ring sand,
I hail the glory dawning
     From Immanuel's land.


Letters 275, 326.

Deep waters cross'd life's pathway,
     The hedge of thorns was sharp
Now these lie all behind me—
     Oh! for a well-tuned harp!
Oh! to join Halleluiah
     With yon triumphant band,
Who sing, where glory dwelleth,
     In Immanuel's land.


Letter 137.

With mercy and with judgment
     My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
     Were lustred with His love.
I'll bless the hand that guided,
     I'll bless the heart that plann'd,
When throned where glory dwelleth
     In Immanuel's land.


Letters 245, 295, 298.

Soon shall the cup of glory
     Wash down earth's bitterest woes,
Soon shall the desert-briar
     Break into Eden's rose:
The curse shall change to blessing—
     The name on earth that's bann'd,
Be graven on the white stone
     In Immanuel's land.


Letters 20, 295.
Rev. 2:17

Oh! I am my Belovèds,
     And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
     Into His "House of wine."
I stand upon His merit,
     I know no other stand,
Not e'en where glory dwelleth
     In Immanuel's land.


Letters 76, 116, 119, 148.

I shall sleep sound in Jesus,
     Fill'd with His likeness rise,
To live and to adore Him,
     To see Him with these eyes.
'Tween me and resurrection
     But Paradise doth stand;
Then—then for glory dwelling
     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 gifteth,
     But on His piercèd hand:—
The Lamb is all the glory
     Of Immanuel's land.


Letters 21, 168.

I have borne scorn and hatred,
     I have borne wrong and shame,
Earth's proud ones have reproach'd me,
     For Christ's thrice blessed name:—
Where God His seal set fairest
     They've stamp'd their foulest brand;
But judgment shines like noonday
     In Immanuel's land.


They've summoned me before them,
     But there I may not come,—
My Lord says, "Come up hither,"
     My Lord says, "Welcome Home!"
My kingly King, at His white throne,
     My presence doth command,
Where glory—glory dwelleth
     In Immanuel's land.


Letter 86 and Deathbed Sayings

Index to Samuel Rutherford
A Poem by Faith Cook based on Letter 131

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