wind From every that stormy blows

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