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SDA Hymnal 527

From Every Stormy Wind

Words: Hugh StowellMusic: Thomas HastingsTune: RetreatC.M.

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1From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat;
'Tis found beneath the mercy seat.

2There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all besides more sweet;
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.

3There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.

4There, there on eagle's wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy seat.

5Ah! whither should we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of sin defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy seat?

Meter
C.M.
Scripture
Hebrews 4:16; Exodus 25:17

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The verse

Meter
8.8.8.8 · the hymnal prints C.M.
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 77% of beats fit
Rhyme
AABB

Could also be sung to Azmon, Coronation, Ortonville, Cantate Domino, Christmas · same meter and stresses; not printed with these words, so try it first.

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/ stressed · ˘ unstressed · ? not in the dictionary · * a word sung short, as “heav’n”

Verse 1

From every stormy wind that blows,˘/˘/˘/˘/8A
From every swelling tide of woes,˘/˘/˘/˘/8A
There is a calm, a sure retreat;/˘˘/˘/˘/8B
'Tis found beneath the mercy seat.//˘/˘/˘/8B

Verse 2

There is a place where Jesus sheds/˘˘///˘/8A
The oil of gladness on our heads,˘/˘/˘˘˘/8A
A place than all besides more sweet;˘/˘/˘///8B
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.˘˘˘??/˘/8B

Verse 3

There is a scene where spirits blend,/˘˘///˘/8A
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;////˘/˘/8A
Though sundered far, by faith they meet//˘/˘/˘/8B
Around one common mercy seat.˘///˘/˘/8B

Verse 4

There, there on eagle's wings we soar,//˘/˘/˘/8A
And sin and sense molest no more,˘/˘/˘/˘/8A
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,˘///˘/˘/8B*
And glory crowns the mercy seat.˘/˘/˘/˘/8B

Verse 5

Ah! whither should we flee for aid,//˘˘˘/˘/8A
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?//˘/˘˘˘/8A
Or how the hosts of sin defeat,˘/˘/˘/˘/8B
Had suffering saints no mercy seat?˘/˘/˘/˘/8B

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.