22 52 The Mercy Seat. 1. From every stormy wind that blows,From every b2 2 b-b 2 swelling tide of woes, There is а calm, a sure retreat,'Tis found beneath the mercy seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common Mercy Seat. 4 Ah! whither should we flee for aid 5 There, there on angel's wings we soar, 6 O Let my hand forget her skill, MILLENNIAL HARP. 2 Gabriel sounds his mighty trumpet, &c. ye device d Through the old church-yards, While the band of music, &c. Shall be sounding through the air. 3 He'll awake all the nations, &c. From the old church-yards, While the band of music, &c. Shall be sounding through the air. 4 There will be a mighty wailing, &c. At the old church-yards, While the band of music, &c. Shall be sounding through the air. 5 O Sinner, you will tremble, &c. At the old church-yards, While the band of music, &c. Shall be sounding through the air. 6 You will flee to rocks and mountains, &c. From the old church-yards, While the band of music, &c. Shall be sounding through the air. 7 You will see the saints arising, &c. From the old church-yards, While the band of music, &c. Shall be sounding through the air. Angels bear them to the Savior, &c. While the band of music, &c. Shall be sounding through the air. 9 Then we'll shout, our sufferings over, &c. From the old church-yards, While the band of music, &c. Shall be sounding through the air. |