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