stormy every wind From that blows

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