I stumbled upon the words to this hymn last night while thumbing through an old hymn book that was given to me a few years ago by a senior adult couple in our church. I pray these words that were written many, many years ago speak into your heart the timeless truth that Jesus is your Mercy Seat (Romans 3:21-26). May He shed "the oil of gladness" (Isaiah 61:1-4) upon you as you allow the words of this hymn to lead you to worship Him.
From Every Stormy Wind (H. Stowell and S. Wilder)
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.
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.
There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Tho' sundered far, by sides more sweet:
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.
Oh, let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy seat!