that blows stormy From wind every

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