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Sunday, May 16, 2010

Sunday's Hymn: From Every Stormy Wind that Blows

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 than all besides more sweet;
It is the blood-stained mercy-seat.

There is a spot where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend,
Tho' sundered far; by faith they meet
Around the 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 eagle wings we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more,
And heav'n comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

O may my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.

Hugh Stowell, 1828, 1831
Tune: Retreat, Thomas Hastings, 1842


Kim from Hiraeth said...

What a wonderful hymn! I don't remember ever reading it, let along singing it!

I'm keeping the words of this one and tucking it into my Hebrews 9 notes.

ellen b. said...

My hymn today is about the mercy seat too! Wonderful words...
Have a great Sunday Dorothy.

AuntE said...

My Dad had many favourite hymns and this was one of them. I have not sung it for quite some time! Verses 1, 2, 3 and 5 are familiar. I don't think I've ever seen or sung 4 or 6.

rosemary said...

Oh, I love this hymn! Ah, wither could we flee for aid, had we no mercy-seat!