From every stormy wind that blows (Alternate Tune)
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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Hagerstown, MD, United States
(All hail JAH)
Brentwood, Essex, United Kingdom
Thank God that His Mercy rejoices against judgment and condemnation, and that was why Jesus died for me.