Today's Hymn: From Every Stormy Wind

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