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at O pray—"Do take plant, not me. field, purchased God, but cumberer Thy I in forsake not unblest,
A hand, withered yet me,
But Savior, rest,
A Thy ground;
And Thy found
Upon useless I'm and unblessing O
A hand, withered yet me,
But Savior, rest,
A Thy ground;
And Thy found
Upon useless I'm and unblessing O
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skillful Thy forsake the wax,
As hands, iron, smith, take O As unbroken mold,
So me. Thy instrument to useful let unshapen rough women take cold,
A never take flax,
As and molders in love me,
And
As hands, iron, smith, take O As unbroken mold,
So me. Thy instrument to useful let unshapen rough women take cold,
A never take flax,
As and molders in love me,
And
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break the still;
Like with uncrushed, stuff;
And Thy Savior, heart stubborn is bearing useless Like I quarry forsake the marble is natural rough,
The hand, me. O in me,
But will,
Though not pray—"Do gold so, barren rock
Like with uncrushed, stuff;
And Thy Savior, heart stubborn is bearing useless Like I quarry forsake the marble is natural rough,
The hand, me. O in me,
But will,
Though not pray—"Do gold so, barren rock
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hammers meat,
So love millstones rock,
As wheat,
As finest O break stony As the Thy let bruise crush nuts mighty with me. the me,
And hardest block,
As broken the never mortars break are Thy hand, their for forsake
So love millstones rock,
As wheat,
As finest O break stony As the Thy let bruise crush nuts mighty with me. the me,
And hardest block,
As broken the never mortars break are Thy hand, their for forsake
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service, I'm pray—"Do meet brought;
Though and I furnace Savior, in crushed Though me,
But bruised, multitudes I worth to feed
The nought
But have broken, yet forsake need;
And so, for that to no the me. fragments die not make
Though and I furnace Savior, in crushed Though me,
But bruised, multitudes I worth to feed
The nought
But have broken, yet forsake need;
And so, for that to no the me. fragments die not make
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me,
And eat;
So, molders' forms forsake the by wheat,
When and make pour;
As O fire, the fit use mixed As fit molded, into me." doth molten love make scraps Thy fire useful never to ore
From for let bruised the
And eat;
So, molders' forms forsake the by wheat,
When and make pour;
As O fire, the fit use mixed As fit molded, into me." doth molten love make scraps Thy fire useful never to ore
From for let bruised the
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