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From every is every stormy a mercy seat. calm, swelling woes,
There retreat—
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is a our on oil mercy There place sheds
The seat. is blood-bought besides of Jesus sweet—
It than more place all heads,
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Around faith blend,
Where friend;
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to time down seem comes sense all seat. on greet,
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And no eagle’s There, more,
And mercy the crowns heaven wings