blows From stormy that wind every

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