Text: | From every stormy wind |
Author: | Stowell |
Tune: | [From every stormy wind that blows] |
Composer: | T. 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 of all on earth most sweet,
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
3 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Tho' sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
4 There, there on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more;
And heav'n comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | From every stormy wind that blows |
Title: | From every stormy wind |
Author: | Stowell |
Publication Date: | 1877 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [From every stormy wind that blows] |
Composer: | T. Hastings |
Key: | C Major |
Notes: | Public Domain. |