that From wind blows stormy every

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