Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: S Leonard
Tune: Mercy Seat
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 116, click to see hymnal pages
From eve-ry storm-y wind that blows,
From eve-ry swell-ing tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure re-treat,
'T is found be-neath the Mer-cy Seat.
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.
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.
Ah! whither could we flee for aid
When tempted, desolate, dismayed-
Or how the host of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no Mercy Seat.
There! there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the Mercy Seat.
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.