The Hymnal ‎#32b

32b. From every stormy wind that blows

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.

There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all beside more sweet;
It is the bloodstained mercy-seat.

There is a spot where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

There, there, on eagles' 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.

Text Information

• First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
• Author: Hugh Stowell (1828)
• Meter: L.M.
• Publication Date: 1916
• Topic: Through the Week; Travelers by Sea and Land
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

Tune Information

• Name: RETREAT
• Composer: Thomas Hastings (1842)
• Meter: L.M.
• Key: C Major
• Notes: Now Public Domain.