every blows From stormy that wind

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