LISTEN TO THE YOUTUBE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0FuAneaJSQ&feature=c4-overview&list=UUpUmxduWvxlTv1C-2JA4xtw
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;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.
There, there on eagle’s wings we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy seat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0FuAneaJSQ&feature=c4-overview&list=UUpUmxduWvxlTv1C-2JA4xtw
HEBREWS 10
12 But this man, after he had offered one sacrifice for sins for ever, sat down on the right hand of God;
13 From henceforth expecting till his enemies be made his footstool.
14 For by one offering he hath perfected for ever them that are sanctified.
15 Whereof the Holy Ghost also is a witness to us: for after that he had said before,
16 This is the covenant that I will make with them after those days, saith the Lord, I will put my laws into their hearts, and in their minds will I write them;
17 And their sins and iniquities will I remember no more.
18 Now where remission of these is, there is no more offering for sin.
19 Having therefore, brethren, boldness to enter into the holiest by the blood of Jesus,
20 By a new and living way, which he hath consecrated for us, through the veil, that is to say, his flesh;
21 And having an high priest over the house of God;
22 Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies washed with pure water.
23 Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;)
FROM EVERY STORMY WIND
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat—
’Tis found beneath the mercy seat.
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all besides more sweet—
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.
And time and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy seat.
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