Sunday, 23 December 2012



When once I mourned a load of sin;
When conscience felt a wound within;
When all my works were thrown away;
When on my knees I knelt to pray,
   The blissful hour, remembered well-
    I learned Thy love, Immanuel.

When storms of sorrow toss my soul;
When waves of care around me roll;
When comforts sink, when joys shall flee;
When hopeless griefs shall gape for me,
   One word the tempest’s rage shall swell-
   That word Thy name, Immanuel.

When for the truth I suffer shame;
When foes pour scandal on my name;
When cruel taunts and jeers abound;
When ‘Bulls of Bashan’ gird me round,
   Secure within the tower I’ll dwell-
   That tower Thy grace, Immanuel.

When hell enraged lifts up her roar;
When Satan stops my path before;
When fiends rejoice and wait my end;
When legion’d hosts their arrows send,
   Fear not, my soul, but hurl at hell
   Thy battle-cry, Immanuel.

When down the hill of life I go;
When o’er my feet death’s waters flow;
When in the deep’ning flood I sink;
When friends stand weeping on the brink,
   I’ll mingle with my last farewell
  Thy lovely name, Immanuel.

When tears are banished from mine eye;
When fairer worlds than these are nigh;
When heaven shall fill my ravished sight;
When I shall bathe in sweet delight,
   One joy all joys shall far excel-
   To see Thy face, Immanuel.”
-C.H. Spurgeon

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