From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes

Representative text

As printed in The Seventh-day Adventist Hymnal (1985), no. 527.

Verse 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.

Verse 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-bought mercy seat.

Verse 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.

Verse 4

There, there, on angel’s wings we soar, And earthly cares molest no more, And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy seat.

Verse 5

Ah! whither should we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate dismayed? Or how the hosts of sin defeat, Had suffering saints no mercy seat?