Chords for The Sands of Time are Sinking - Indelible Grace

_ _ _ Oh, you know what?
I forgot to bring out our special guest.
He's hiding back there.
He needs a microphone.
Get that boy a microphone.
[D] Yeah, here we got Buddy Green, ladies and gentlemen.
[G] _ [D] Harmonica virtuoso.
And Buddy's going to be leading worship [G] at General Assembly tomorrow night, [Em] so that's
going to be [D] awesome.
But we'll give you a little preview tonight.
So, awesome.
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The [G] fans of time [D] are sinking.
_ But the sun will rise again.
The dawn [G] of [D] heaven breaks.
The summer morn [G] I've sighed for.
[D] The fair [G] sweet morn [D] awakes.
_ [A] Dark, dark had been [G] the midnight.
_ [A] But day spring is [G] at hand.
[F#m] And [A] glory, [G] glory dwelleth in a [D]
man's [G] land.
[D] _ _ _ The [G] king ran [D] his duty _ _ without [G] a _ [D] fantasy.
_ [G] It were a well-spent journey, [D] though [G] sand does lay [D] between.
_ [A] The land with his [G] fair army [A] does onward fly [G] and stand.
[A] And glory, glory [G] _ [A] dwelleth in a [D] man's _ [G] land.
[D] _ _ _ O [G] Christ, he [D] is the fountain, _ the deep [G] sweet [D] well of life.
The streams on earth [G] I've tasted, _ [D] more deep [G] I'll drink [D] above.
_ [A] There too an ocean [G] _ fullness [A] did mercy doth [G] _ expand.
[A] And glory, [G] glory dwelleth in a [D] man's land.
[G] Tell us, buddy.
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_ _ _ _ _ The bride [G] is not her garment, _ [E] but her [G] dear [D] bridegroom's face.
[G] I will not gaze [G] on glory, _ [D] but on [G] my king [Bm] of [D] grace.
_ [A] Not at the crown [G] he giveth, [A] but on his pierced [G] _ [D] hand.
[A] The lamb is all [G] glory, [A] all the [D] men will _ [G] blend.
[D] _ _ _ O my [G] _ _ [D] beloved, _ and my [G] beloved [D] is mine.
He brings the poor [G] vile sinner _ [D] into [G] his [D] house of wine.
_ [A] I stand upon [G] his _ merits, [A] _
though no honor [G] _ stand.
[A] Not even where [G] glory dwelleth in a [D]
man's [G] land.
_ [D] _ _ In a man's [G] land.
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