“THE BLOOD-BOUGHT MERCY-SEAT.”
By Letis Thorne
“Where should we seek to hide the soul,
When angry billows round us beat,
And thunders of His wrath shall roll?”
“Beneath the blood-bought mercy-seat.” “Where shall the trembling spirit fly,
Harassed and worn by cares so great?”
Hark! there’s a voice that hears thy cry:
“Peace at the blood-bought mercy-seat.” “Where should we go when Satan’s power
Strives for a victory complete,
And darkens every time-winged hour?”
“Fly to the blood-bought mercy-seat.” “Where shall we hide to escape the snare
That worldlings set to entrap the feet?”
“Cast off, poor soul, thy anxious care;
Look to the blood-bought mercy-seat.” “Where shall the mourners’ tears be dried,
And kindred hearts, in gladness, meet?
The all unclean sanctified?”
“All at the blood-bought mercy-seat.” “Thus for the weary soul, earth-bound,
How grateful such a calm retreat!
And oh! the glories that surround
The precious, blood-bought mercy-seat.”