A HYMN FOR TODAY
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 besides more sweet;
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.
There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.
O let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy seat!
LM (8.8.8.8) – Hugh Stowell, 1828
Tune: RETREAT – Thomas Hastings, 1841
#326 in Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012
The last verse is sometimes not included with this hymn.
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