The Hymnal ‎#32a

32a. From every stormy wind that blows

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.

There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all beside more sweet;
It is the bloodstained mercy-seat.

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 every stormy wind that blows
• Author: Hugh Stowell (1828)
• Meter: L.M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1916
• Topic: Through the Week; Travelers by Sea and Land

Tune Information

• Name: DUKE STREET
• Composer: John Hatton (1793)
• Meter: L.M.
• Incipit: 13456 71765 55565
• Key: D Major