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