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