Sacred Songs and Solos Lyrics
First Line: From every stormy wind that blows,
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.
2 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-stained mercy-seat.
3 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.
4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sense and sin molest no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat !
5 Oh, let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat !