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