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every blows,
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’Tis the that sure woes,
There
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all more is place sheds
The place on heads,
A sweet—
It our of seat. where blood-bought than gladness is the mercy There besides oil Jesus a
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scene common where is friend far, blend,
Where There sundered faith a one with they fellowship holds mercy spirits seat. by meet
Around friend;
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down wings greet,
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And all on eagle’s comes sense and heaven there more,
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