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 besides 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 wing we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
While glory crowns the mercy-seat.
|First Line:||From ev'ry stormy wind that blows|
|Title:||From Every Stormy Wind That Blows|
|Author:||Hugh Stowell (1828)|
|Topic:||Way of Salvation: Faith and Justification; Mercy-seat|