At the Mercy Seat

Amid the toils and cares of life

Amid the tur­moil and the strife

Rest to the wea­ry soul is sweet;

I find it at the mer­cy seat.

At the mer­cy seat

at the mer­cy seat

I love to hold com­mun­ion sweet

With Je­sus at the mer­cy seat.

In sore temp­ta­tion’s try­ing hour

When o’er the wi­ly tempt­er’s pow­er

I strive for vic­to­ry com­plete

I gain it at the mer­cy seat.

When dark­ness ga­thers round my way

And I can see no cheer­ing ray

To guide my wea­ry

fal­ter­ing feet

I tar­ry at the mer­cy seat.

And when my path is bright and clear

Without a cloud of doubt or fear

My heart is filled with peace so sweet

While wait­ing at the mer­cy seat.