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