wind that From every blows stormy

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