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Text: | The Mercy-Seat |
1 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.
2 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend,
Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
3 Ah! whither could we fly for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismay'd?
Or how the host of hell defeat,
Had suff'ring saints no mercy-seat?
4 There, there on eagle's wings we soar,
And sin, and sense, seem all no more;
And heav'n comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
5 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows |
Title: | The Mercy-Seat |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | The Church: Public Worship |