Appendices
LAST WORDS.
Mrs. A. R. Cousin, wife of Rev. W. Cousin, Free Church minister of Melrose, has woven into a delightful poem many of Samuel Rutherford's most remarkable utterances. This piece has become almost a household hymn, known over all our country, and in America no less. It is entitled sometimes by its first line, "The sands of time are sinking, and sometimes, "The Last Words of S. R.," though it takes in many of his sayings, besides his deathbed words.
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.
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,
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,