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.
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 thy 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.
From Spurgeon's Gold Click Link for Book Page this was found on by my nephew Kyle! - Great Find!http://archive.org/stream/spurgeonsgold00spur#page/6/mode/1up
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.
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 thy 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.
From Spurgeon's Gold Click Link for Book Page this was found on by my nephew Kyle! - Great Find!http://archive.org/stream/spurgeonsgold00spur#page/6/mode/1up
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