The Song Book of the Salvation Army ‎#573

573. 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-stained mercy seat.

3 There is a scene where spirits blend,
And 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 time and sense seem all no more;
And Heaven comes down our souls to greet.
And glory crowns the mercy seat.

5 O 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!

Text Information

• First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
• Author: Hugh Stowell (1799-1865)
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1986
• Topic: Means of grace: Prayer

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