A Hymn for Those Troubled in Spirit

One day, while troubled in spirit, I happened upon this beautiful hymn. It was written by rural pastor, Hugh Stowell, and published in The Winter's Wreath (1828).

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 beside 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 faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.