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