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