IN days long past the mercy seat
Was made of purest gold;
‘Twas placed upon the sacred ark,
Love’s meaning to unfold.
Within the holiest place God planned
Redemption’s grace to show;
More sacred now is Calvary’s hill
Where healing waters flow.
2 Thy blood, O Jesus, spotless Lamb,
Once lifted up to die,
Was shed to cleanse our fallen race
And lead to realms on high.
No one too sinful, or too low,
Too desolate, too blind,
But here before the mercy seat
Can full deliverance find.
3 O hallow now our mercy seat,
Thou Son of God most high!
Here may the lame man leap for joy,
The dumb sound joyful cry,
The sin-sick soul, though wearied sore,
By evil power possessed,
The halt, the blind, the great, the small,
Find peace from sins confessed.
4 We seek the healing of thy cross,
The mercy of thy grace;
Here at this sacred mercy seat
May we behold thy face;
Here may we glimpse thy holiness,
Here on our souls descend,
Here may we meet, and talk with thee,
Our Master and our friend.