Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#328

328. From ev'ry 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-bought mercy-seat.

3 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend,
Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismay'd;
Or how the host of hell defeat,
Had suff'ring saints no mercy-seat?

5 There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down, our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat!

6 Oh, let 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
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Christians: their life and experience; Intercession: of Christians; Prayer
• Notes: Author from index: Stowell

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