blows every that wind stormy From

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