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 heav’n comes down, our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy seat.
Sources:
The Cyber Hymnal (http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/f/r/o/fromevsw.htm)