wind blows that every From stormy

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sure a found of retreat—
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There swelling a is blows,
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of is place sheds
The oil the There where Jesus blood-bought is mercy gladness more sweet—
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far, is blend,
Where fellowship There meet
Around one mercy common holds scene friend;
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seat. sense there eagle’s glory the no more,
And heaven down crowns soar,
And souls There, to greet,
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