Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #328 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) Lyrics: 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. Topics: Christians their life and experience; Intercession of Christians; Prayer Languages: English
From ev'ry stormy wind that blows