wind blows stormy From that every

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