| Text: | The mercy-seat |
| Author: | Hugh Stowell |
| Tune: | RETREAT |
| Composer: | Thos. Hastings |
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 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 There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sense and sin molest no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat!
5 Oh! let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This throbbing heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | From every stormy wind that blows |
| Title: | The mercy-seat |
| Author: | Hugh Stowell |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1888 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Prayer and Invocation |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |
| Tune Information | |
|---|---|
| Name: | RETREAT |
| Composer: | Thos. Hastings |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Key: | C Major |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |