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