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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