Author: Hugh Stowell Hymnal: Laudes Domini #48 (1890) First Line: From every stormy wind that blows 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 There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sense and skin molest no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat!
5 Oh! let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This throbbing heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat. Topics: Prayer and Invocation; Close of Worship; Mercy-seat; Opening of Service; Prayer; Close of Worship; Mercy-seat; Opening of Service; Prayer Languages: English Tune Title: RETREAT
The mercy seat