Immanuel By Charles Haddon Spurgeon "Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us." ~ Matthew 1:23 ~ Spurgeon wrote this at the age of eighteen. hen 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 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 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 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.