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