A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship ‎#331

331. The Mercy-Seat

1 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.

2 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend,
Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

3 Ah! whither could we fly for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismay'd?
Or how the host of hell defeat,
Had suff'ring saints no mercy-seat?

4 There, there on eagle's wings we soar,
And sin, and sense, seem all no more;
And heav'n comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

5 O 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.

Text Information

• First Line: From ev'ry stormy wind that blows
• Title: The Mercy-Seat
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1845
• Topic: The Church: Public Worship

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