514. From every stormy wind that blows

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
First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
Author: Hugh Stowell
Publication Date: 1886
Topic: The Christian: Meditation and Prayer
Tune Information
Name: RETREAT
Composer: Thomas Hastings
Meter: L. M.
Key: C Major
Notes: Alternate tunes: #101, 538, or 104.



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