Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: From ev'ry stormy wind that blows
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: LM
Tune: Mercy-Seat
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 048, 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;
Tho' 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 hosts of hell defeat,
Had suffering souls 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.