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81. The Mercy Seat

1 From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat;
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.

We are passing away, We are passing away,
To the great Judgment Day.

2 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.

3 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.

4 There, there on eagles' wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
While glory crowns the mercy-seat.

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First Line: From every stormy wind that blows
Title: The Mercy Seat
Publication Date: 1884
Refrain First Line: We are passing away, We are passing away
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