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From Every Stormy Wind

Hugh Stowell

1799-1865

From 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' sundered far, by faith they meet A- round one common mercy seat.

Ah! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismayed Or how the host of hell defeat, Had suffering had no mercy seat?

There, there on eagle wings we soar, And sin and sense molest no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, While glory crowns the mercy seat.