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From every stormy wind that blows,

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 besides more sweet-
It is the blood-brought mercy seat.
3.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.
4.There, there on eagle's 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.