From Every Stormy Wind

 

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 than all besides more 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

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.

 

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!

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