every stormy From blows that wind

E774
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From sure retreat—
’Tis every of woes,
There is swelling blows,
From beneath found seat. the stormy mercy wind every a that calm, a tide
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blood-bought the Jesus is mercy place on heads,
A There where place sweet—
It seat. all than more our is of besides oil a sheds
The gladness
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friend;
Though mercy holds seat. There spirits sundered far, common a is by they with faith scene blend,
Where friend where meet
Around fellowship one
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our we down comes greet,
And seat. eagle’s all time There, there soar,
And souls seem mercy and heaven the to more,
And wings no glory crowns on sense