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