From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat—
’Tis found beneath the mercy seat.
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all besides more sweet—
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.
And time and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy seat.