Or how the host of hell defeat,
Had suffering souls no Mercy Seat?
5 There! there on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the Mercy Seat!
6 O let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent cold and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
Ere I forget the Mercy Seat!