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