From ev'ry stormy wind that blows, From ev'ry swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat: 'Tis found before 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; Though sundered far, by faith they meet, Around one common mercy seat.