Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1843
Compiler: A Campbell/ W Scott/ B W Stone/ J T Johnson
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
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Meter: LM
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Hymn Number: Hymn 198 (part II)
Page Number: 168 (part II), 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;
Tho' 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 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.
Oh, 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.