Text: | From ev'ry Stormy Wind that Blows |
Author: | Hugh Stowell |
Tune: | RETREAT |
Composer: | Thomas Hastings |
1 From ev'ry stormy wind that blows,
From ev'ry 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 spot where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Tho' sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
4 There, there, on eagle's wing we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more,
And heav'n comes down, our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows |
Title: | From ev'ry Stormy Wind that Blows |
Author: | Hugh Stowell (1828) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Praise and Prayer: Prayer |
Notes: | Public Domain. |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | RETREAT |
Composer: | Thomas Hastings (1842) |
Key: | C Major |
Notes: | Public Domain. |