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L.M.

1
From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is to saints a sure retreat,
The Saviour on His mercy-seat.

2
He welcomes sinners there and sheds
The Holy Spirit on their heads,
And gives with God communion sweet
At this, the blood-stained mercy-seat.

3
This is the place where spirits blend,
And friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

4
We’ve reason great to be afraid,
If we have never asked God’s aid;
Nor sought, nor found a pardon sweet,
At Jesus’ blood-stained mercy-seat.