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