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