From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a blest retreat,
It is found before the mercy seat.

There is a scene where souls unite,
Where saints hold fellowship in light:
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common 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.

Ah, whither could we flee for aid
When tempted, desolate, dismayed,
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy seat!

There, there, by faith we upward soar,
And sense and sin molest no more,
For freely God our souls doth greet,
Where glory crowns the mercy seat.