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
