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