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.

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.

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.

There, There, On Eagles’ 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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