{
  "title": "From every stormy wind that blows",
  "author": "",
  "tune": "Retreat",
  "number": "528",
  "lyrics": "From ev'ry stormy wind that blows,\nFrom ev'ry swelling tide of woes,\nThere is a calm, a sure retreat,\n'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.\n\nThere is a place where Jesus sheds\nThe oil of gladness on our heads,\nA place than all besides more sweet;\nIt is the blood-stained mercy-seat.\n\nThere is a spot where spirits blend,\nWhere friend holds fellowship with friend,\nTho' sundered far; by faith they meet\nAround the common mercy-seat.\n\nAh, whither could we flee for aid,\nWhen tempted, desolate, dismayed,\nOr how the hosts of hell defeat,\nHad suff'ring saints no mercy-seat?\n\nThere, there on eagle wings we soar,\nAnd time and sense seem all no more,\nAnd heav'n comes down our souls to greet,\nAnd glory crowns the mercy-seat.\n\nO may my hand forget her skill,\nMy tongue be silent, cold, and still,\nThis bounding heart forget to beat,\nIf I forget the mercy-seat.",
  "first_line": "From ev'ry stormy wind that blows,"
}