527   From Every Stormy Wind




[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 besides more sweet;
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.

[3]
There is a scene where spirits blend
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.

[4]
There there on angel s wings we soar
And earthly cares molest no more
And heaven comes down our souls to greet
And glory crowns the mercy seat.

[5]
Ah! whither should we flee for aid
When tempted desolate dismayed?
Or how the hosts of sin defeat
Had suffering saints no mercy seat?