wind every that From stormy blows

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