Text: | From every stormy wind that blows |
Author: | Hugh Stowell |
Tune: | RETREAT |
Composer: | Thomas Hastings |
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,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around the common mercy-seat.
4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed;
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | From every stormy wind that blows |
Author: | Hugh Stowell (1807) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1899 |
Topic: | Mercy Seat; Trials: Refuge in |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | RETREAT |
Composer: | Thomas Hastings |
Meter: | L. M. |