The Church Hymnal ‎#461

461. From ev'ry stormy wind that blows

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-stained mercy-seat.

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

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

Text Information

• First Line: From ev'ry stormy wind that blows
• Author: H. Stowell
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1920
• Topic: General
• Notes: Public Domain.

Tune Information

• Name: RETREAT
• Composer: T. Hastings
• Meter: L.M.
• Key: C Major
• Notes: Public Domain.