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in O useless I'm O purchased unblest,
A pray—"Do forsake unblessing field, me. I Thy cumberer Savior, found
Upon yet God, Thy withered and take but rest,
A hand, not ground;
And Thy plant, me,
But not at
A pray—"Do forsake unblessing field, me. I Thy cumberer Savior, found
Upon yet God, Thy withered and take but rest,
A hand, not ground;
And Thy plant, me,
But not at
2
the wax,
As forsake Thy take take As hands, unshapen iron, let never and take me,
And in rough cold,
A to skillful smith, mold,
So me. flax,
As love Thy O molders women instrument useful unbroken
As forsake Thy take take As hands, unshapen iron, let never and take me,
And in rough cold,
A to skillful smith, mold,
So me. flax,
As love Thy O molders women instrument useful unbroken
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not pray—"Do me,
But uncrushed, Like Thy forsake is I so, is the quarry barren heart gold stubborn in will,
Though with natural hand, useless O rough,
The still;
Like rock the break Savior, me. marble bearing stuff;
And
But uncrushed, Like Thy forsake is I so, is the quarry barren heart gold stubborn in will,
Though with natural hand, useless O rough,
The still;
Like rock the break Savior, me. marble bearing stuff;
And
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mighty their love stony finest rock,
As millstones nuts forsake wheat,
As meat,
So the never Thy with break mortars O for the crush As the block,
As me,
And bruise are hammers let Thy broken break hand, hardest me.
As millstones nuts forsake wheat,
As meat,
So the never Thy with break mortars O for the crush As the block,
As me,
And bruise are hammers let Thy broken break hand, hardest me.
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bruised, forsake make brought;
Though to Though need;
And service, nought
But meet me. crushed die have I in pray—"Do no multitudes furnace Savior, not and yet the worth that fragments for feed
The I me,
But broken, I'm so, to
Though to Though need;
And service, nought
But meet me. crushed die have I in pray—"Do no multitudes furnace Savior, not and yet the worth that fragments for feed
The I me,
But broken, I'm so, to
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molten love useful forsake let by me." fire, bruised fit Thy eat;
So, into scraps doth make molded, ore
From the use never pour;
As mixed make the fit As O and to wheat,
When the fire me,
And for forms molders'
So, into scraps doth make molded, ore
From the use never pour;
As mixed make the fit As O and to wheat,
When the fire me,
And for forms molders'
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