The Voice of Praise ‎#309

309. From every stormy wind that blows

1 From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat:
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads--
A place than all beside more sweet:
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

3 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?

5 There, there, on eagle's wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

6 Oh, let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget thy mercy-seat.

Text Information

• First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
• Author: Stowell
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Exodus 25:22
  ;
  Psalm 52:9
  ;
  Psalm 54:6
  ;
  Hebrews 4:16
• Topic: Prayer; The Mercy-Seat

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