International Song Service ‎#213

213. 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 sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

4 There, there on eagles' wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
While glory crowns the mercy-seat.

Text Information

• First Line: From ev'ry stormy wind that blows
• Author: Hugh Stowell
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1895

Tune Information

• Name: RETREAT
• Composer: Dr. T. Hastings
• Meter: L. M.
• Key: C Major