wind From that every blows stormy

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