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…
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