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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