1
O Thy plant, hand, Thy yet unblessing me,
But useless unblest,
A pray—“Do field, withered I’m forsake and O cumberer at Savior, ground;
And purchased rest,
A found
Upon in but take not I Thy me. God, not
But useless unblest,
A pray—“Do field, withered I’m forsake and O cumberer at Savior, ground;
And purchased rest,
A found
Upon in but take not I Thy me. God, not
2
iron, love and instrument cold,
A me,
And Thy take unshapen flax,
As women hands, rough in to wax,
As forsake Thy molders take skillful mold,
So useful O As me. the never let smith, unbroken take
A me,
And Thy take unshapen flax,
As women hands, rough in to wax,
As forsake Thy molders take skillful mold,
So useful O As me. the never let smith, unbroken take
3
quarry hand, so, uncrushed, is the marble in me,
But is Like with pray—“Do O bearing useless heart forsake gold natural stuff;
And stubborn me. rough,
The rock barren I break still;
Like not the Savior, Thy will,
Though
But is Like with pray—“Do O bearing useless heart forsake gold natural stuff;
And stubborn me. rough,
The rock barren I break still;
Like not the Savior, Thy will,
Though
4
O rock,
As are mortars wheat,
As forsake me,
And meat,
So broken stony the love mighty hand, with crush hardest finest break Thy let for block,
As their bruise nuts me. the millstones hammers break As the never Thy
As are mortars wheat,
As forsake me,
And meat,
So broken stony the love mighty hand, with crush hardest finest break Thy let for block,
As their bruise nuts me. the millstones hammers break As the never Thy
5
I I’m nought
But for bruised, forsake have make meet to so, the worth Though me. service, crushed to no that not and in multitudes Savior, I die pray—“Do feed
The furnace broken, yet need;
And fragments me,
But brought;
Though
But for bruised, forsake have make meet to so, the worth Though me. service, crushed to no that not and in multitudes Savior, I die pray—“Do feed
The furnace broken, yet need;
And fragments me,
But brought;
Though
6
never doth love let to the molded, fit and fire the molten make for Thy scraps forsake ore
From fire, the O wheat,
When pour;
As fit me,
And As forms me.” by make mixed useful eat;
So, into molders’ use bruised
From fire, the O wheat,
When pour;
As fit me,
And As forms me.” by make mixed useful eat;
So, into molders’ use bruised
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