that From every blows wind stormy

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