stormy From blows that every wind

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