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