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