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