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