Today's Hymn: From Every Stormy Wind
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.
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.
There is a scene where spirits blend,
And friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith we meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
There, there on eagle-wing we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more;
And heav’n comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
Hugh Stowell
Piano: Bill Ashton
Singing: Hilary Ashton
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