stormy every wind blows From that

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