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