that From stormy every blows wind

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