Christ My Song - 76
From every stormy wind that blows - The Mercy-seat
(Hugh Stowell/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
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.
2. 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-stained mercy-seat.
3. There is a spot where spirits blend,
where friend hold fellowship with friend,
though sundered far, by faith they meet
around one 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?
5. There! there on eagle wings we soar,
and time and sense molest no more;
and heaven comes down, our souls to greet,
and glory crowns the mercy-seat.
6. O may my hand forget her skill,
my tongue be silent, cold, and still,
this bounding heart forget to beat,
if I forget the mercy-seat!
Hugh Stowell, in: Charles Rogers: Lyra Britannica, 1867, 531-532.
And in: Philipp Schaff: Christ in Song, 1870, 364-365.