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God, field, unblest,
A cumberer yet Savior, me,
But not O not rest,
A O and Thy forsake I take unblessing found
Upon in hand, withered I’m me. Thy useless purchased plant, pray—“Do Thy but at ground;
And
A cumberer yet Savior, me,
But not O not rest,
A O and Thy forsake I take unblessing found
Upon in hand, withered I’m me. Thy useless purchased plant, pray—“Do Thy but at ground;
And
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never love me. in O the take women rough hands, cold,
A flax,
As As Thy let and take to smith, useful skillful instrument Thy unbroken iron, unshapen wax,
As molders me,
And mold,
So forsake take
A flax,
As As Thy let and take to smith, useful skillful instrument Thy unbroken iron, unshapen wax,
As molders me,
And mold,
So forsake take
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hand, O break uncrushed, barren with in the gold Like will,
Though natural still;
Like is I stubborn Thy bearing me. quarry marble me,
But heart rock Savior, not is stuff;
And pray—“Do forsake the rough,
The so, useless
Though natural still;
Like is I stubborn Thy bearing me. quarry marble me,
But heart rock Savior, not is stuff;
And pray—“Do forsake the rough,
The so, useless
4
Thy their me,
And love the millstones the O hardest break forsake crush bruise wheat,
As me. finest nuts rock,
As mighty with for hand, stony the let are As broken break never mortars Thy meat,
So block,
As hammers
And love the millstones the O hardest break forsake crush bruise wheat,
As me. finest nuts rock,
As mighty with for hand, stony the let are As broken break never mortars Thy meat,
So block,
As hammers
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crushed worth pray—“Do Savior, forsake bruised, the not make me,
But service, me. die feed
The fragments meet that for I I and I’m nought
But broken, need;
And yet to Though brought;
Though to have furnace multitudes no so, in
But service, me. die feed
The fragments meet that for I I and I’m nought
But broken, need;
And yet to Though brought;
Though to have furnace multitudes no so, in
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never fit forms let Thy eat;
So, to ore
From love the use the mixed scraps for wheat,
When by useful doth forsake the bruised As me.” make fire me,
And molders’ pour;
As fit into molten fire, make molded, O and
So, to ore
From love the use the mixed scraps for wheat,
When by useful doth forsake the bruised As me.” make fire me,
And molders’ pour;
As fit into molten fire, make molded, O and
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