Author: H. Stowell Hymnal: The New Praiseworthy #226 (1916) First Line: From ev'ry stormy wind that blows 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;
Tho' sunder'd far, by faith they meet
Around the common mercy-seat.
4 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! Languages: English Tune Title: [From ev'ry stormy wind that blows]
From Every Stormy Wind