Pacific Gold - The Sands Of Time

The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of Heaven breaks
The summer morn I've sighed for—the fair, sweet morn awakes
Dark had been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand

The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen
It was a well-spent journey, though death lay in between
In between

To see that built Heaven
Of never-ending love
A shining new Jerusalem, just like the one above
Let me see it come down
It's my only demand

The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen
It was a well-spent journey, though death lay in between
In between

Oh, I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a vile, poor sinner
Into His house of wine
Oh, I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a vile, poor sinner
Into His house of wine