| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
From ev'ry stormy wind that blows, From ev'ry swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat, Tis found beneath the mercy seat. |
FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows,, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, A place of all on earth most sweet; It is the blood bought mercy seat. |
FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows,, Stanza 2 |
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| 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. |
FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows,, Stanza 3 |
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| 4 |
Ah! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismayed? Or how the hosts of hell defeat Had suff'ring saints no mercy seat? |
FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows,, Stanza 4 |
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| 5 |
There, there, on eagles' wings we soar, And sin and sense seem all no more; And heav'n comes down our souls to greet And glory crowns the mercy seat. |
FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows,, Stanza 5 |
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| 6 |
O let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still; This bounding heart forget to beat If I forget the mercy seat. |
FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows,, Stanza 6 |