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