blows that From wind every stormy

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