From Every Stormy Wind That Blows, From Every Swelling Tide Of Woes, There Is A Calm, A Sure Retreat; It Is Found Beneath The Mercy Seat.

 

 

 

 

1.      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.

 

 

 

 

 

2.      There is a place where Jesus sheds

The oil of gladness on our heads

A place than all beside more sweet;

It is the blood stained mercy seat.

 

 

 

 

 

3.      There is a scene where spirits blend,

And friend holds fellowship with friend;

Though sundered far, by faith we meet

Around one common mercy seat.

 

 

 

 

 

4.      There, there on eagle wings we soar,

And time and sense seem all no more;

And heaven comes…