Hymns of Faith ‎#95

95. From Every Storny 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-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 Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed:
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suff'ring saints no mercy-seat.

5 Ah! there, there on eagle wings we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more:
And heav'n comes down our souls to greet,
While glory crowns the mercy seat.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
• Title: From Every Storny Wind that Blows
• Author: Hugh Stowell
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1980
• Scripture:
  Exodus 25:22
  ;
  Psalm 45:7
• Topic: Meditation; Prayer: Hymns about

Tune Information

• Name: [From every stormy wind that blows]
• Composer: Thomas Hastings
• Key: B♭ Major