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