that wind stormy From every blows

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