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