Author: Hugh Stowell, 1799-1865 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #263b (1901) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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 Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed;
Or how the host of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?
5 There, there, on eagles’ wing we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat!
Amen. Topics: Faith and Justification Languages: English Tune Title: RETREAT
From Every Stormy Wind that Blows