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246. From Every Stormy Wind That Blows | L.M. |
| by H. Stowell |
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| 1 | From every stormy wind that blows, | Mark 24:37; Hebrews 4:16; Exodus 25:21-22 |
| From every swelling tide of woes, |
| There is a calm, a sweet retreat; |
| 'Tis found before the mercy-seat. |
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| 2 | There is a place where mercy sheds | Hebrews 1:9 |
| The oil of gladness on our heads; |
| A place than all beside more sweet— |
| It is the heavenly mercy-seat. |
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| 3 | There is a spot where souls unite, |
| And saint meets saint in heavenly light; |
| Though sundered far, by faith they meet |
| Before the common mercy-seat. |
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| 4 | Ah! whither could we flee for aid | 1 Corinthians 10:13; Psalm 143:4; Isaiah 41:10 |
| When tempted, desolate, dismayed? |
| Or how the hosts of hell defeat, |
| Had suffering saints no mercy-seat? |
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| 5 | Thither by faith we upward soar, |
| And time and sense seem all no more, |
| For freely God our souls can greet |
| Where glory crowns the mercy-seat. |
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