from every stormy

From every stormy wind that blows,

from every swelling tide of woes,

there is a calm, a sure retreat;

„This 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,

where friend holds fellowship with friend;

though scattered far, by faith we meet

around one common Mercy seat.




There, there, on eagle‟s wings we soar,

till sense and sin molest no more,

and heaven comes down our souls to greet,

and glory crowns the Mercy seat!