631. From Every Stormy Wind That Blows

1 From ev'ry stormy wind that blows,
from ev'ry 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-stained mercy seat.

3 There is a spot where spirits blend,
where friend holds fellowship with friend,
tho' sundered far; by faith they meet
around the common mercy seat.

4 Ah, whither could we flee for aid,
when tempted, desolate, dismayed,
or how the hosts of hell defeat,
had suff'ring saints no mercy seat?

5 There, there on eagle wings we soar,
and time and sense seem all no more,
and heav'n comes down our souls to greet,
and glory crowns the mercy seat.

6 O may my hand forget her skill,
my tongue be silent, cold, and still,
this bounding heart forget to beat,
if I forget the mercy seat.

Text Information
First Line: From ev'ry stormy wind that blows
Title: From Every Stormy Wind That Blows
Author: Hugh Stowell (1828, 1831)
Meter: L.M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1990
Tune Information
Composer: Thomas Hastings (1842)
Arranger: Rhys Thomas (1916)
Meter: L.M.
Key: B♭ Major

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