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