that wind every blows stormy From

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