From ev'ry stormy wind that blows, From ev'ry 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 beside more sweet; It is the blood stained mercy seat.

There is a scene where spirits blend, And friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith we meet Around one common mercy seat.

There, there on eagle wing we soar, And time and sense seem all no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy seat.