From Every Stormy Wind

1From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat;
'Tis found beneath the mercy seat.

2There 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.

3There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.

4There, 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.