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The 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 giveth,
But on his pierced hand:
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel’s land.
But her dear bridegroom’s face.
I will not gaze at glory,
But on my King of grace;
Not at the crown he giveth,
But on his pierced hand:
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel’s land.
— Anne R. Cousin, in the hymn, The Sands of Time Are Sinking
