THE MERCY SEAT.
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Words by Mrs. Sigourney. Music by G.W.C.
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From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat— Our refuge is the Mercy-seat. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, A place than all beside more sweet— We seek the blood-bought Mercy-seat. There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith we meet, Around one common Mercy-Seat. Ah! whither could we flee for aid, When hunted, scourged, oppressed, dismayed,— Or how our bloody foes defeat, Had suffering slaves no Mercy-Seat! Oh! let these hands forget their skill, These tongues be silent, cold, and still, These throbbing hearts forget to beat, If we forget the Mercy-Seat.