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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