Verse 1

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.

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 blood-bought mercy seat.

Verse 3

There is a scene where spirits blend, where friend holds fellowship with friend, though sunder'd far, by faith they meet around one common mercy seat.

Verse 4

Ah! whither could we flee for aid, when tempted, desolate, dismayed? How would the hosts of hell defeat, had suff'ring saints no mercy seat!

Verse 5

There, there, on eagle wings we soar, and sin and sense seem all no more, and heav'n comes down, our souls to greet, While glory crowns the mercy seat!