| Song | From Every Stormy Wind That Blows |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | From Every Stormy Wind That Blows |
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From Every Stormy Wind That Blows,
From Every Swelling Tide Of Woes,
There Is A Calm, A Sure Retreat;
It Is 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.
Ah, Whither Could We Flee For Aid,
When Tempted, Desolate, Dismayed?
Or How The Hosts Of Hell Defeat,
Had Suffering Saints No Mercy-Seat?
There, There On Eagle Wings We Soar,
And Time And Sense Seem All No More,
And Heaven Comes Down Our Souls To Greet,
And Glory Crowns The Mercy-Seat.
