Hymn 161 - From Every Stormy Wind

From ev’ry stormy wind that blows,

From ev’ry swelling tide of woes,

There is a calm, a sure retreat;

“Tis found 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 they meet

Around one common mercy seat.

There, there on eagles' wings we soar,

And time and sense seem all no more,

And heav’n comes down, our souls to greet,

And glory crowns the mercy seat.