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 eagle's 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.