Hymns of the Faith


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 quell; 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 power 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 legioned 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 deepening 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.

Born: June 19, 1834, Kel­ve­don, Es­sex, Eng­land.
Died: Jan­u­a­ry 31, 1892, Mon­tone, France.
Buried: Nor­wood Cem­e­te­ry, Lon­don, Eng­land.

An excerpt from a sermon preached by Charles Haddon Spurgeon from the site of his salvation.

Sovereignty and Salvation
“Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for I am God, and there is none else.” Isaiah 14: 22.

Six years ago to-day, as near as possible at this very hour of the day, I was “in the gall of bitterness and in the bonds of iniquity,” but had yet, by divine grace, been led to feel the bitterness of that bondage, and to cry out by reason of the soreness of its slavery. Seeking rest, and finding none, I stepped within the house of God, and sat there, afraid to look upward, lest I should be utterly cut off, and lest his fierce wrath should consume me. The minister rose in his pulpit, and, as I have done this morning, read this text, “Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for I am God, and there is none else.” I looked that moment; the grace of faith was vouchsafed to me in the self-same instant; and now I think I can say with truth,

Ere since by faith I saw the stream
His flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

I shall never forget that day, while memory holds its place; nor can I help repeating this text whenever I remember that hour when first I knew the Lord. How strangely gracious! How wonderfully and marvelously kind, that he who heard these words so little time ago for his own soul’s profit, should now address you this morning as his hearers from the same text, in the full and confident hope that some poor sinner within these walls may hear the glad tidings of salvation for himself also, and may to-day, on this 6th of January, be “turned from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto God!”

The full sermon can be found at Christian History Institute.
Hymn can be found at Spurgeon.org.

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