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.
  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.
  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.
  4. 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.