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