From Every Stormy Wind

Verse 1

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.

Verse 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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 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.

Verse 5

5. There, there on angel's wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more,
The Lord comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy seat.

Verse 4

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

Verse 4

4. Ah! whither should we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy seat?

Verse 5

Ah! whither should we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of sin defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy seat?

Verse 6

6. O 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.

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