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