246. From Every Stormy Wind That Blows

L.M.
by H. Stowell
1
From every stormy wind that blows,
 
From every swelling tide of woes,
 
There is a calm, a sweet retreat;
 
’Tis found before the mercy-seat.
“Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.” (Hebrews 4:16)
2
There is a place where mercy sheds
 
The oil of gladness on our heads;
 
A place than all beside more sweet — 
 
It is the heavenly mercy-seat.
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.
4
Ah! whither could we flee for aid
 
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
 
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
 
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?
“Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.” (Psalm 143:4)
“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.” (Isaiah 41:10)
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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