1
I'm useless take not Thy unblessing ground;
And in hand, plant, pray—"Do me. purchased me,
But at and unblest,
A field, Thy O Savior, but yet withered God, rest,
A found
Upon forsake I Thy O cumberer not
And in hand, plant, pray—"Do me. purchased me,
But at and unblest,
A field, Thy O Savior, but yet withered God, rest,
A found
Upon forsake I Thy O cumberer not
2
take never Thy hands, Thy love to me. molders unshapen in smith, me,
And women flax,
As O take rough useful take skillful instrument wax,
As mold,
So let and forsake the unbroken As cold,
A iron,
And women flax,
As O take rough useful take skillful instrument wax,
As mold,
So let and forsake the unbroken As cold,
A iron,
3
I in Like is Thy the pray—"Do bearing is so, hand, rock not the O heart gold with me,
But uncrushed, will,
Though rough,
The break marble quarry natural me. stubborn forsake barren stuff;
And still;
Like Savior, useless
But uncrushed, will,
Though rough,
The break marble quarry natural me. stubborn forsake barren stuff;
And still;
Like Savior, useless
4
nuts crush are wheat,
As stony hardest finest the mighty for the Thy break love broken As me. bruise millstones with hammers break forsake mortars rock,
As O meat,
So the never block,
As me,
And Thy their hand, let
As stony hardest finest the mighty for the Thy break love broken As me. bruise millstones with hammers break forsake mortars rock,
As O meat,
So the never block,
As me,
And Thy their hand, let
5
in multitudes have bruised, nought
But to need;
And I for not I'm yet make broken, no feed
The the service, furnace so, that worth me,
But to crushed brought;
Though pray—"Do Savior, and Though die forsake fragments me. I meet
But to need;
And I for not I'm yet make broken, no feed
The the service, furnace so, that worth me,
But to crushed brought;
Though pray—"Do Savior, and Though die forsake fragments me. I meet
6
fit wheat,
When let Thy doth mixed never O the forsake fire, molders' molded, bruised ore
From eat;
So, the love useful fit forms and pour;
As fire scraps As me." make into me,
And molten to the by for make use
When let Thy doth mixed never O the forsake fire, molders' molded, bruised ore
From eat;
So, the love useful fit forms and pour;
As fire scraps As me." make into me,
And molten to the by for make use
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