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