From every stormy wind that blows,

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 stain’d mercy seat.

3.

There is a spot where spirits blend,

Where friend holds fellowship with friend;

Though sunder’d far, by faith they meet

Around one common mercy seat.

4.

Oh, where shall we flee for abode

When tempted, desolate, dismay’d?

Or how the hosts of hell defeat

Had suffering saints no mercy seat

5.

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.