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