midnight
The one she sang just before she left us . '' Taking her seat at the little harmonium , Nellie gently touched the keys , and in a clear , sweet voice sang the old favourite hymn : `` The sands of Time are sinking , The dawn of Heaven breaks , The summer morn I 've sighed for . The fair , sweet morn awakes . Dark , dark has been the midnight , But dayspring is at hand , And glory , glory dwelleth In Emmanuel 's land . '' Softly she sang the whole hymn through , her father leaning back in his chair with closed eyes , drinking in every word and sound . `` I 're wrestled on towards Heaven , ` Gainst storm and wind and tide ; Lord , grant thy weary traveller To lean on Thee as guide . '' `` That 's what I must do now , Nellie .