unblest O unblessing God, and

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