155. The Mercy Seat. BY THE REV. HUGH STOWELL. 1 FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, 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; Tho' sunder'd far-by faith they meet Around one common Mercy Seat. 4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismay'd Or how the host of hell defeat, Had suffering saints no Mercy Seat. 5 There! there, on eagle wing we soar, And sin and sense seem all no more, And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the Mercy Seat. 6 Oh, let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, af I forget the Mercy Seat. away; And on this desert world descend, Over our barren land to stray. 3 The pilgrim faint, and near to Beneath his load of earthly wo, sink, Refresh'd beneath its verdant brink, Rejoices in its gentle flow. 4 There, O my soul, do thou repose, And hover o'er the hallow'd spring; To drink the crystal wave; and there, To lave thy wounded, weary wing. 5 It may be, that the waft of love Some leaves on that pure tide hath driven; Which passing from the shores above, Have floated down to us from heaven. 6 So shall thy wants and woes be heal'd, By the blest influence they bring; So thy parch'd lips shall be unseal'd, Thy Savior's worthy name to sing. 2 When we thy mercy weigh, By nails and scourges torn, Our debt immense to pay, With tears we bow and mourn: Whence all our bliss redounds, 3 Eternal thanks be thine, O may we thine abide; Whom winds and seas obey, He shall prepare thy way. 2 Thou on the Lord rely, So safe shalt thou go on; So shall thy work be done: By self-consuming care; 3 Thine everlasting truth, Father, thy ceaseless love, |