blows From that wind every stormy

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