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- 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-stained mercy-seat.
- There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friends hold fellowship with friends,
Though sundered far, by faith they meet,
Around one common mercy-seat.
- There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sense and sin molest no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to great,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
- Oh, let my hand be cold, and still,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This pounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.