From Every Stormy Wind that Blows

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

To God be the glory!

Author: Hugh Stowell

Trinity Hymnal #528

This hymn has been sung through the dec­ades by Chris­tian peo­ple amidst var­y­ing deg­rees of tri­al and dif­fi­cul­ty. Stowell’s son once wrote that his fath­er’s death il­lus­trat­ed his hymn: “My fat­her’s last ut­ter­anc­es, he ad­ded, abun­dant­ly showed his love of and de­light in pray­er. Al­most ev­ery word was pray­er…The morn­ing of his death the on­ly ar­ti­cu­late words that we could catch, ut­tered two or three hours be­fore his de­cease, were Amen! Amen!'” — ONE HUNDRED AND ONE HYMN STORIES, 30

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