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