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