From Every Stormy Wind That Blows

Verse 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.

Verse 2

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-bought mercy seat.

Verse 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.

Verse 4

Ah! there on eagle wings we soar, Where sin and sense molest no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy seat.