774--From every stormy wind that blows,

From every stormy wind that blows,

774

	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.