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take O withered but yet hand, Thy I rest,
A not O Thy Thy in and field, me. God, I’m forsake useless found
Upon purchased plant, ground;
And pray—“Do unblest,
A me,
But Savior, not unblessing at cumberer
A not O Thy Thy in and field, me. God, I’m forsake useless found
Upon purchased plant, ground;
And pray—“Do unblest,
A me,
But Savior, not unblessing at cumberer
2
take the me,
And let Thy me. never unbroken women O As take cold,
A forsake instrument rough iron, Thy mold,
So in smith, molders hands, skillful useful flax,
As to take wax,
As and love unshapen
And let Thy me. never unbroken women O As take cold,
A forsake instrument rough iron, Thy mold,
So in smith, molders hands, skillful useful flax,
As to take wax,
As and love unshapen
3
not quarry uncrushed, useless stuff;
And with break is rock heart I stubborn rough,
The me. forsake is will,
Though Thy Like still;
Like me,
But hand, so, the barren in pray—“Do marble natural gold bearing O the Savior,
And with break is rock heart I stubborn rough,
The me. forsake is will,
Though Thy Like still;
Like me,
But hand, so, the barren in pray—“Do marble natural gold bearing O the Savior,
4
with millstones the let hand, for Thy As rock,
As never are the finest wheat,
As nuts the Thy hardest meat,
So mortars O mighty broken bruise crush break me,
And their me. hammers forsake break block,
As love stony
As never are the finest wheat,
As nuts the Thy hardest meat,
So mortars O mighty broken bruise crush break me,
And their me. hammers forsake break block,
As love stony
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yet to feed
The Savior, in fragments the pray—“Do Though I’m need;
And worth and make forsake for brought;
Though me,
But multitudes not meet nought
But no I crushed service, I to bruised, die me. furnace have so, that broken,
The Savior, in fragments the pray—“Do Though I’m need;
And worth and make forsake for brought;
Though me,
But multitudes not meet nought
But no I crushed service, I to bruised, die me. furnace have so, that broken,
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molders’ doth the As forsake make mixed wheat,
When fit O eat;
So, ore
From love to pour;
As molten let me,
And Thy make fit and fire, scraps the use fire never me.” forms molded, the into useful by bruised for
When fit O eat;
So, ore
From love to pour;
As molten let me,
And Thy make fit and fire, scraps the use fire never me.” forms molded, the into useful by bruised for
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