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