From every stormy wind that blows

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.

There

there on eagle’s 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.