PRAYER AND ASPIRATION
|83||From Every Stormy Wind That Blows|
|(RETREAT. L. M.)|
|Hugh Stowell, 1828||Thomas Hastings, 1842|
From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure re-treat;
'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-bought mercy-seat.
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.
There,there,on eagle's wing we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down,our souls to greet,
|84||Lord, We Come Before Thee Now|
|(ST. BEES. 7,7,7,7)|
|William Hammond, 1745||John Bacchus Dykes, 1874|
Lord, we come before thee now,
At thy feet we humbly bow;
O do not our suit disdain,
Shall we seek thee, Lord in vain?
Lord, on thee our souls depend;
In compassion, now descend,
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
Send some message from thy word,
That may joy and peace afford;
Let thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.
Comfort those who weep and mourn,
Let the time of joy return;
Those that are cast down lift up,