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