From Every Stormy Wind That Blows

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 bloodbought 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 Ah, whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suff’ring saints no mercy seat?

Verse 5 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.