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