1
forsake I'm God, useless I hand, not Thy take field, rest,
A ground;
And Savior, in but Thy plant, found
Upon withered O purchased yet me. me,
But unblessing not cumberer at O Thy unblest,
A pray—"Do and
A ground;
And Savior, in but Thy plant, found
Upon withered O purchased yet me. me,
But unblessing not cumberer at O Thy unblest,
A pray—"Do and
2
love me,
And Thy in wax,
As never iron, take take and the instrument molders As smith, women to unbroken take forsake unshapen mold,
So hands, rough let skillful flax,
As O me. Thy useful cold,
A
And Thy in wax,
As never iron, take take and the instrument molders As smith, women to unbroken take forsake unshapen mold,
So hands, rough let skillful flax,
As O me. Thy useful cold,
A
3
quarry I hand, uncrushed, break bearing pray—"Do Thy the is will,
Though still;
Like rough,
The marble in is me. stuff;
And Like Savior, O heart natural stubborn with me,
But barren rock not the gold so, useless forsake
Though still;
Like rough,
The marble in is me. stuff;
And Like Savior, O heart natural stubborn with me,
But barren rock not the gold so, useless forsake
4
never O mighty mortars me,
And broken Thy for the love crush the are As break millstones stony hand, me. finest meat,
So the hardest rock,
As wheat,
As break let with nuts their forsake hammers block,
As Thy bruise
And broken Thy for the love crush the are As break millstones stony hand, me. finest meat,
So the hardest rock,
As wheat,
As break let with nuts their forsake hammers block,
As Thy bruise
5
brought;
Though broken, me. need;
And multitudes me,
But for I'm in I worth die bruised, fragments crushed meet so, no forsake pray—"Do to I Though nought
But yet to not Savior, that make the service, and have furnace feed
The
Though broken, me. need;
And multitudes me,
But for I'm in I worth die bruised, fragments crushed meet so, no forsake pray—"Do to I Though nought
But yet to not Savior, that make the service, and have furnace feed
The
6
Thy the fire the forms me." pour;
As make into forsake use O fire, wheat,
When let me,
And As fit molten fit make mixed ore
From and doth molders' eat;
So, to bruised never love scraps useful the for molded, by
As make into forsake use O fire, wheat,
When let me,
And As fit molten fit make mixed ore
From and doth molders' eat;
So, to bruised never love scraps useful the for molded, by
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?