From every stormy wind blows that

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