wind From stormy every that blows

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