From Every Stormy Wind

Troubled in spirit this week, I happened upon this beautiful hymn in the old Methodist Hymnal. It was written by a rural pastor, Hugh Stowell, and published in The Winter's Wreath (1828)

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.


There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads;
A place than all beside more sweet;
It is the blood bought mercy seat.


There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Tho' sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Mark--

I am sorry to hear that you had such a bad week.

Cora
Dale Argot said…
Mark,

I know how weeks like that feel. Thanks for sharing the hymn with us. I'll be praying for you my friend. Dale
robert said…
Thanks for posting Hugh Stowell's beautiful hymn. It beautifully portrays the access the Lord has given to the believer to cast our cares upon Him in the place of prayer.

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