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