God, O unblest and unblessing

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