O unblessing and unblest God,

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