From every stormy wind that blows,

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    Verse 1
    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.

    Verse 2
    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-stain'd mercy-seat.

    Verse 3
    There is a spot where spirits blend,
    And friend holds fellowship with friend;
    Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet
    Around one common mercy-seat.

    Verse 4
    Ah, whither could we flee for aid,
    When tempted, desolate, dismay'd?
    Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
    Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?

    Verse 5
    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.