From that every blows wind stormy

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