blows wind that From every stormy

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