God, O unblessing unblest and

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