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