Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: From ev'ry stormy wind that blows
Topic: The Church/Prayer and Social Meetings
Writer: <no first name given> Stowell
Composer:
Meter: LM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 547
Page Number: 333, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsFrom 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.
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.
There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet
Around one common Mercy Seat.
Ah! Whither could we flee or aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismay'd;
Or how the host of hell defeat,
Had suff'ring souls no Mercy Seat?
There! There on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more,
And heav'n 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,
Ere I forget the Mercy Seat!