From Every Stormy Wind that Blows

Verse 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. Verse 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. Verse 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. Verse 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. Verse 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!