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