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