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