that every stormy wind blows From

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