Sunday's Hymn: From Ev'ry Stormy Wind That Blows

From ev’ry stormy wind that blows,
From ev’ry 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-stained mercy-seat.

There is a spot where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend,
Tho’ sundered far; by faith they meet
Around the common mercy-seat.

Ah, whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed,
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suff’ring saints no mercy-seat?

There, there on eagle wings we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more,
And heav’n comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

O may my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.

—Hugh Stowell

 Other hymns, worship songs, or quotes for this Sunday:

• It Passeth Knowledge at The Happy Wonderer
• ‘Twas Grace That Taught My Heart to WHAT? at The Outspoken Tulip
• Pied Beauty at That I May Know
• Call Unto Me at Tried With Fire
• Lord’s Day 26, 2019 at The Thirsty Theologian

Selected Reading

I read (or watched or heard) these recently and recommend them to you.

Atonement

No Holy Spirit, No Penal Sustitutionary Atonement
What was the Holy Spirit’s role in a penal substitutionary atonement? 

Christian History

Hrotsvit of Gandersheim and Her Christian Plays
There are so many fascinating women in Christian history. This one wrote plays—plays that sound just a little weird to me. What do you think?

Writing

Let’s Talk About Plagiarism
If you do any writing at all, you should read this. Best tip?

Always revise. Any author carefully going over every sentence in their piece—seeking for ways to improve diction, sentence structure, clarity, and flow—is unlikely to have chunks of others’ work remaining in it.

Mystery

Death at the South Pole: The Mystery of Antartica’s Unsolved Poisoning Case
Accident? Suicide? Murder? No one know for sure—except the murderer, I guess, and that’s only if it was a murder.

Food

Slow Cooker Whole Chicken
I’m probably late to the party, but I didn’t know it was possible to cook a whole chicken in the slow cooker and have it turn out like a real roast chicken. I’ve used this recipe twice now, and I was pleased with the results both times. The best part is all the chicken drippings left in the bottom of the pot to use for to gravy.

Sunday's Hymn: Tell Me the Old, Old Story

Tell me the old, old story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and his glory,
Of Jesus and his love:
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.

Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Of Jesus and his love.

Tell me the story softly,
With earnest tones and grave;
Remember, I’m the sinner
Whom Jesus came to save:
Tell me the story always,
If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
A comforter to me.

Tell me the same old story,
When you have cause to fear
That this world’s empty glory
Is costing me too dear:
Yes, and when that world’s glory
Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story,
“Christ Jesus makes thee whole.”

—A. Katherine Hankey

 Other hymns, worship songs, or quotes for this Sunday:

• When He Cometh at The Happy Wonderer
• An Invitation To Sinners Only at The Outspoken Tulip
• Good Friday at That I May Know
• For Thou Art With Me at Tried With Fire
• Lord’s Day 25, 2019 at The Thirsty Theologian