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