O unblest and unblessing God,

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