unblessing and unblest O God,

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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