#261From Every Stormy Wind

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 beside 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.