Amid the toils and cares of life,
Amid the turmoil and the strife,
Rest to the weary soul is sweet;
I find it at the mercy seat.
At the mercy seat, at the mercy seat,
I love to hold communion sweet,
With Jesus at the mercy seat.
In sore temptation’s trying hour,
When o’er the wily tempter’s power,
I strive for victory complete,
I gain it at the mercy seat.
When darkness gathers round my way,
And I can see no cheering ray,
To guide my weary, faltering feet,
I tarry at the mercy seat.
And when my path is bright and clear,
Without a cloud of doubt or fear,
My heart is filled with peace so sweet,
While waiting at the mercy seat.