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