wind From that stormy every blows

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