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