stormy From every wind that blows

E774
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wind is of tide swelling a retreat—
’Tis beneath seat. sure blows,
From mercy that every a woes,
There the every stormy From found calm,
2
place There gladness all is more mercy seat. oil than Jesus on place where blood-bought the heads,
A sheds
The is our of besides a sweet—
It
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friend blend,
Where by is they one holds spirits friend;
Though with mercy There faith sundered where fellowship common far, meet
Around a seat. scene
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down souls no and seat. more,
And glory soar,
And we our heaven the on to mercy eagle’s greet,
And time there seem all comes There, wings sense crowns