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