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