Verse 1
From Ev-'Ry Storm-Y Wind That Blows,
From Ev-'Ry Swell-Ing Tide Of Woes,
There Is A Calm, A Sure Re-Treat--
'Tis Found Be-Neath The Mer-Cy Seat.
Verse 2
There Is A Place Where Je-Sus Sheds
The Oil Of Glad-Ness On Our Heads,
A Place Than All Be-Sides More Sweet--
It Is The Blood-Bought Mer-Cy Seat.
Verse 3
There Is A Scene Where Spir-Its Blend,
Where Friend Holds Fel-Low-Ship With Friend;
Tho Sun-Dered Far, By Faith They Meet
A-Round One Com-Mon Mer-Cy Seat.
Verse 4
Ah! Whi-Ther Could We Flee For Aid
When Tempt-Ed, Des-O-Late, Dismayed,
Or How The Hosts Of Hell De-Feat,
Had Suf-F'ring Saints No Mer-Cy Seat?
Verse 5
Ah! There On Ea-Gle Wings We Soar,
And Sin And Sense Mo-Lest No More;
And Heav'n Comes Down Our Souls To Greet,
While Glo-Ry Crowns The Mer-Cy Seat.
