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