From every stormy wind that blows, From every 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 â A place than all besides more sweet ; It is the blood-stained mercy-seat.
3. There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; Though sundered far, by faith they meet : Around one common mercy-seat.
4. There, there, on eagle wings we soar, And sense and sin molest no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat !
5. Oh, let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat !