From wind that blows every stormy

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