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