Oh, 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
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