Mercy Seat 96
Tune: Arranged by John Etheridge, 2005
Lyrics: Hugh Stowell, 1828
Meter: Long Meter (8,8,8,8)
From evíry stormy wind that blows,
From evíry swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat,
íTis found beneath 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.
Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of hell defeat
Had suffíring saints no mercy seat?
There, there, on eaglesí wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more;
And heavín comes down our souls to greet
And glory crowns the mercy seat.
O let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still;
This bounding heart forget to beat
If I forget the mercy seat.