From wind blows stormy every that

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