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The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/From Every Stormy Wind That Blows

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The Army and Navy Hymnal
edited by Henry Augustine Smith
From Every Stormy Wind That Blows by Hugh Stowell
(Retreat by Thomas Hastings)
1767724The Army and Navy Hymnal — From Every Stormy Wind That BlowsHenry Augustine SmithHugh Stowell
(Retreat by Thomas Hastings)

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\header { tagline = ##f title = \markup { "83" "         " "From Every Stormy Wind that Blows" } subsubtitle = "(RETREAT. L.M.)" composer = "Thomas Hastings, 1842" poet = "Hugh Stowell, 1828" }
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  >> >>
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\midi { \tempo 4 = 110 } }
  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-bought mercy-seat.
  3. There is a spot where spirits blend,
    Where friend holds fellowship with friend ;
    Tho' sundered far, by faith they meet
    Around one common mercy-seat.
  4. There, there, on eagle's wing we soar,
    And time and sense seem all no more,
    And heaven comes down,our souls to greet,
    And glory crowns the mercy-seat. Amen.