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