From ev'ry stormy wind that blows,
From ev'ry swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat
'Tis found beneath the mercy seat,
'Tis found beneath the mercy seat.
There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads;
A place, of all on earth most sweet
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.
There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Tho' sunder'd far by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.
There, there on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy seat.
Shaw, Oliver, "Mercy Seat: A Favorite Hymn" (1836). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1619.
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