From Every Stormy Wind That Blows |
Hugh Stowell, 1828
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 | 3. There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.
4. There, there, on eagles' wings we soar, |