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