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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>FROM EVERY STORMY WIND</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I will commune with thee from above the mercy seat.” Exodus 25:22</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_t_stowell_h.html" target="_blank">Hugh Stowell</a>, in <em>The Winter’s Wreath, a Collection of Original Contributions in Prose and Verse</em>, 1828. Stowell rewrote & republished the words in 1831.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Retreat,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_a_hastings_t.html" target="_blank">Thomas Hastings</a>, 1842 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_r_retreat.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>From every stormy wind that blows,<br>
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From every swelling tide of woes,<br>
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There is a calm, a sure retreat;<br>
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’Tis found beneath the mercy seat.</p>
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<p>There is a place where Jesus sheds<br>
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The oil of gladness on our heads;<br>
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A place than all besides more sweet;<br>
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It is the blood bought mercy seat.</p>
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<p>There is a scene where spirits blend,<br>
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Where friend holds fellowship with friend;<br>
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Though sundered far, by faith they meet<br>
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Around one common mercy seat.</p>
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<p>There, there, on eagles’ wings we soar,<br>
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And time and sense seem all no more;<br>
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And heaven comes down, our souls to greet,<br>
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And glory crowns the mercy seat.</p>
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<p>Oh, let my hand forget her skill,<br>
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My tongue be silent, cold, and still,<br>
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This bounding heart forget to beat,<br>
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If I forget the mercy seat!</p>
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