From stormy blows that wind every

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