| Song | From Every Stormy Wind That Blows |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 2 |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
| Writer(s) | |
| Publisher / Copyrights | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
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| Tags | From Every Stormy Wind That Blows |
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| CCLI Song No |
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.
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-Stained Mercy-Seat.
There Is A Spot Where Spirits Blend,
And Friend Holds Fellowship With Friend;
Though Sundered Far, By Faith They Meet
Around One Common Mercy-Seat.
There, There On Eagle-Wing We Soar,
And Time And Sense Seem All No More;
And Heaven Comes Down Our Souls To Greet,
And Glory Crowns The Mercy-Seat.
