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