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
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There, there, on eagles' wings we soar And time and sense seem all no more And heaven comes down, our souls to greet And glory crowns the mercy seat
Alternate verse: Oh, let my hand forget her skill My tongue be silent, cold, and still This bounding heart forget to beat If I forget the mercy seat!
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