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