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