I really like this poem and it has been awhile since I shared one with you. I hope you have a blessed Sunday. I don’t have any stitching news to share with you today as my allergy eyes have been very grumpy making it hard to sew. So do please enjoy the poem, hug your family and friends and know that I care about you!
by C. H. Spurgeon (1834-1892)
(written at age eighteen)
When once I mourned a load of sin;
When storms of sorrow toss my soul;
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.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon