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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.
There 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.
There is a spot where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.
Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of hell defeat
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?
There, there, on eagles’ wings we soar,
And sense and sin molest no more;
And heaven comes down, our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy seat.
Oh, let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This throbbing heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy seat!
---Alternative verses---
There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.
There is a place where mercy sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all beside more sweet:
It is the heavenly mercy-seat.
There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads;
A place of all on earth most sweet—
It is the blood bought mercy seat.
There is a spot where souls unite,
And saint meets saint in heavenly light;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Before the common mercy-seat.
There is a scene where souls unite,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
Ah, whither could we flee for aid
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?
There, there on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
While glory crowns the mercy seat.
There, there, on eagles’ wings we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more;
And heaven comes down, our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy seat.
Thither by faith we'd upward soar,
Let time and sense seem all no more;
For freely God our souls can greet
Where glory crowns the mercy-seat.
Oh, let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy seat!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1828,1831
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Bible Refs:
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Ex 25:22;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1889 | # 825 | | 2005 | # 21 | | 1962 | # 334 | | 1956 | # 296 | | 1981 | # 50 | | 1919 | # 532 | | 1920 | # 461 | | 1899 | # 767 | | 1881 | # 246 | | | # 432 | | 1964 | # 456 | | 1954 | # 535 | | 1853 | # 56 | | | # 1171 | | 1908 | # 462 | | 1938 | # 508 | | 1917 | # 466 | | 1916 | # 32 | | 1940 | # 421 | | 1866 | # 845 | | 1961 | # 528 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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RETREAT
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1842
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 32 | No key | | # 319 | Ab | | # 296 | Bb | | # 432 | Bb | | # 50 | C | | # 129 | C | | # 164 | C | | # 766 | C |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.) |
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