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