From ev’ry stormy wind that blows,
From ev’ry swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat:
‘Tis found before the mercy seat.
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.
There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Tho’ sundered far, by faith they meet,
Around one common mercy seat.