402. 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 Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed:
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?

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

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
Title: From Every Stormy Wind That Blows
Author: Hugh Stowell, 1799-1865
Language: English
Publication Date: 2006
Topic: Intercession; Prayer: Hymns about; The Christian Way of Life: Prayer and Watchfulness
Tune Information
Name: RETREAT
Composer: Thomas Hastings, 1784-1872
Key: B♭ Major



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