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23b. 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 besides more sweet—
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

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

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First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
Language: English
Publication Date: 1875
Notes: Public Domain.
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