wind blows every that From stormy

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