wind that stormy From blows every

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