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