From every stormy wind that blows (Hymn 774)

Verse 1: 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. Verse 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-bought mercy seat. Verse 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. Verse 4: There, there on eagle's wings we soar, And time and sense seem all no more, And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy seat.