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,