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