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