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