From wind stormy every that blows

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