The Mercy Seat

From every stormy wind that blows,

From every swell-ing tide of woes;

There is a calm, a sure retreat;

It is 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-stained mercy seat.

There is a scene where spirits blend,

And friend holds fellowship with friend;

Though sundered far, by faith we meet;

Around one common mercy seat.

There, there on eagle's 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.

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