stormy blows wind From every that

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