The Sands of Time Are Sinking

<p>"The Sands of Time Are Sinking" by Anne Ross Cousin (1824-1906) and Samuel Rutherford (1600-1661)</p><p>Christ’s honeycombs drop honey and floods of consolation upon my soul; my chains are gold. Were my blackness and Christ’s beauty carded through other, His beauty and holiness would eat up my filthiness. The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord’s choicest wines.</p><p>Show Notes: </p><ul> <li>"A Little Breeze" by Simon Folwar</li> <li>"The Wound Betwee Us" by Cory Alstad</li> <li>"I Can Hear the Ocean" by Vens Adams</li> </ul><p><br></p><p>Facebook: www.facebook.com/storiesofhymns<br>Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hymn.stories/</p><p>Hymn Stories is a part of the Media Gratiae Podcast Network.</p>