Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #801: From Ev'Ry Stormy Wind That Blows

Hymn #800 Hymn #802


Image of tune Mercy Seat (may not be posted yet)

801 (L.M.) Hugh Stowell

From ev'ry stormy wind that blows

From ev'ry swelling tide of woes

There is a calm, a sure retreat —

'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.

There is a place where Jesus sheds

The oil of gladness on our heads;

A place of all on earth most sweet,

It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

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.

Ah! whither could we flee for aid,

When tempted, desolate, dismayed?

Or how the hosts of hell defeat,

Had suff'ring saints no mercy-seat?

There, there on eagles' wings we soar,

And sin and guilt seem there no more;

And heav'n comes down our souls to greet,

And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

O let my hand forget her skill,

My tongue be silent, cold, and still;

This bounding heart forget to beat,

If I forget the mercy-seat.

Hymn #800 Hymn #802