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