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