Hymnal: The Christian Hymnal Revised
Date: 1882
Compiler: A I Hobbs et al
Publisher/Printer: Christian Publishing Co
First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
Topic: Mercy-seat
Writer: H Stowell
Composer: Thomas Hastings
Meter: LM
Tune: Retreat
Hymn Number: 246
Page Number: 092, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsFROM every stormy wind that blows,
From every 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 for 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!