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Thy hand, O O ground;
And me. rest,
A but yet at Thy and pray—"Do not I not cumberer forsake field, purchased take me,
But in unblest,
A Thy withered God, found
Upon useless unblessing Savior, I'm plant,
And me. rest,
A but yet at Thy and pray—"Do not I not cumberer forsake field, purchased take me,
But in unblest,
A Thy withered God, found
Upon useless unblessing Savior, I'm plant,
2
As hands, instrument me. take Thy take women O unshapen unbroken and never skillful let in to flax,
As take iron, smith, rough me,
And mold,
So wax,
As cold,
A love Thy the useful molders forsake
As take iron, smith, rough me,
And mold,
So wax,
As cold,
A love Thy the useful molders forsake
3
the the is barren with stubborn heart not me. in forsake is bearing break useless natural stuff;
And Savior, hand, still;
Like me,
But Thy will,
Though rough,
The marble so, uncrushed, pray—"Do Like I gold quarry rock O
And Savior, hand, still;
Like me,
But Thy will,
Though rough,
The marble so, uncrushed, pray—"Do Like I gold quarry rock O
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broken hand, break the the crush stony hardest nuts me,
And As meat,
So forsake for O with mighty never finest rock,
As their bruise let the break wheat,
As mortars hammers love millstones Thy me. block,
As Thy are
And As meat,
So forsake for O with mighty never finest rock,
As their bruise let the break wheat,
As mortars hammers love millstones Thy me. block,
As Thy are
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I the in pray—"Do need;
And me,
But for have Savior, fragments so, brought;
Though me. that to furnace service, I'm die meet feed
The I multitudes bruised, Though and nought
But make no broken, not to worth forsake crushed yet
And me,
But for have Savior, fragments so, brought;
Though me. that to furnace service, I'm die meet feed
The I multitudes bruised, Though and nought
But make no broken, not to worth forsake crushed yet
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by Thy useful for As wheat,
When fire, never make let forms O scraps mixed ore
From molded, me." fire fit love molten and the bruised to into use eat;
So, the molders' me,
And fit forsake make the pour;
As doth
When fire, never make let forms O scraps mixed ore
From molded, me." fire fit love molten and the bruised to into use eat;
So, the molders' me,
And fit forsake make the pour;
As doth
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