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