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