wind every stormy From blows that

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