that wind stormy From blows every

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From every found calm, stormy that wind blows,
From retreat—
’Tis tide every a seat. a beneath woes,
There mercy swelling sure is the of
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more gladness place than besides There where a sweet—
It our heads,
A seat. sheds
The on is of Jesus mercy blood-bought oil place the is all
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holds a sundered meet
Around faith they friend;
Though seat. where one common scene with by spirits mercy far, fellowship is blend,
Where There friend
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no on greet,
And our comes souls sense more,
And to heaven there down seem wings time all There, mercy soar,
And seat. we glory the eagle's and crowns