From Every Stormy Wind That Blows by Charles Wesley

Hymns 39 - The Experience and Priliges of Believers, Praying (815-827) by Charles Wesley

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From Every Stormy Wind That Blows
by Charles Wesley

Album: Hymns 39 - The Experience and Priliges of Believers, Praying (815-827)

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.

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-stained mercy-seat.

3 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.

4 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.