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