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 —
Then, blissful hour! — remembered well — I learned Thy love, IMMANUEL.

[2]
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 quell; that word, Thy name — IMMANUEL.

[3]
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 Thy power I’ll dwell; that tower, Thy grace — IMMANUEL.

[4]
When hell, enraged, lifts up her roar; when Satan stops my path before;
When fiends rejoice, and wait my end; when legioned hosts their arrows send.
Feat not, my soul, but hurl at hell, Thy battle-cry — IMMANUEL.

[5]
When down the hill of life I go; when o’er my feet death’s waters flow;
When in the deepening flood I sink; when friends stand weeping on the brink;
I’ll mingle with my last farewell Thy lovely name — IMMANUEL.

[6]
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.

Charles Spurgeon

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