Immanuel's Land - Audrey Assad

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!