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