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