that wind From blows stormy every

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