Hymnal and Order of Service ‎#263b

263b. 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-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 host of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?

5 There, there, on eagles’ wing we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat!

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
• Title: From Every Stormy Wind that Blows
• Author: Hugh Stowell, 1799-1865 (1828)
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1901
• Topic: Faith and Justification
• Notes: Second Tune

Tune Information

• Name: RETREAT
• Composer: Thomas Hastings, Mus. Doc., 1784-1872 (1842)
• Meter: L. M.