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