138a. 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 There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sense and sin molest no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

5 Oh, let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold and still,
This throbbing heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.

Text Information
First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
Publication Date: 1870
Notes: Tune for 138, 249, 137, 156, and 252 in "American Sunday School Hymn Book" (ASS1860a)
Tune Information
Name: RETREAT
Composer: Dr. T. Hastings
Meter: L. M.
Key: C Major



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