From very stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat,
Tis friend beneath the mercy seat.

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.

There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend
Though sundered far by faith we meet
Around one common mercy seat