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