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