1 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.
2 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.
3 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend:
Tho’ sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.
4 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.
5 Ah! There on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more;
And heav’n comes down our souls to greet,
While glory crowns the mercy seat.
