From Every Stormy Wind That Blows

[1]
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;
A place of all on earth most sweet;
It is the blood bought 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]
Ah! there, on eagles’ wings we soar,
And sin and sorrow molest no more;
And heav’n comes down, our souls to greet,
While 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!