Author: H. Stowell Hymnal: The New Praiseworthy #108 (1916) First Line: From ev'ry stormy wind that blows Refrain First Line: The mercy-seat, the mercy-seat 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.
The mercy-seat, the mercy-seat,
(The mercy-seat, the mercy-seat,)
"Tis found beneath the mercy-seat;
There is a calm, a sure retreat:
(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 beside more sweet;
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
The mercy-seat, the mercy-seat,
(The mercy-seat, the mercy-seat,)
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat;
A place than all besides more sweet:
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' sunderrd far, by faith they meet
Around the common mercy-seat.
The mercy-seat, the mercy-seat,
(The mercy-seat, the mercy-seat,)
Around one common mercy-seat;
Tho' sundered far, by faith they meet
(Tho' sundered far, by faith they meet)
Around one 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.
The mercy-seat, the mercy-seat,
(The mercy-seat, the mercy-seat,)
If I forget the mercy-seat;
This bounding heart forget to beat,
(This bounding heart forget to beat,)
If I forget the mercy-seat.
4 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. Languages: English Tune Title: [From every stormy wind that blows]
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