blows From wind that stormy every

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