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Text: | From every stormy wind that blows |
Author: | Hugh Stowell |
Tune: | RETREAT |
Composer: | Thomas 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 angel's wings we soar,
And earthly cares molest no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
5 Ah! whither should we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of sin defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?
Text Information | |
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First Line: | From every stormy wind that blows |
Author: | Hugh Stowell |
Publication Date: | 1886 |
Topic: | The Christian: Meditation and Prayer |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | RETREAT |
Composer: | Thomas Hastings |
Meter: | L. M. |
Key: | C Major |
Notes: | Alternate tunes: #101, 538, or 104. |