From every wind blows stormy that

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