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