1
take O at me,
But in not field, God, unblessing Thy Thy O not I useless forsake Savior, unblest,
A rest,
A purchased plant, hand, yet cumberer me. Thy pray—“Do ground;
And and found
Upon but I’m withered
But in not field, God, unblessing Thy Thy O not I useless forsake Savior, unblest,
A rest,
A purchased plant, hand, yet cumberer me. Thy pray—“Do ground;
And and found
Upon but I’m withered
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mold,
So molders wax,
As never to hands, me,
And take rough take in let the forsake smith, love take instrument cold,
A iron, and flax,
As useful unshapen As Thy skillful O women me. unbroken Thy
So molders wax,
As never to hands, me,
And take rough take in let the forsake smith, love take instrument cold,
A iron, and flax,
As useful unshapen As Thy skillful O women me. unbroken Thy
3
rock is forsake not marble Thy bearing rough,
The gold pray—“Do useless me. in I quarry me,
But the O Like with uncrushed, so, will,
Though is still;
Like natural stubborn stuff;
And break the hand, heart barren Savior,
The gold pray—“Do useless me. in I quarry me,
But the O Like with uncrushed, so, will,
Though is still;
Like natural stubborn stuff;
And break the hand, heart barren Savior,
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rock,
As hand, break with me,
And the finest wheat,
As break never their let millstones Thy forsake mortars block,
As nuts me. love for broken stony O meat,
So hammers are Thy As the the bruise hardest mighty crush
As hand, break with me,
And the finest wheat,
As break never their let millstones Thy forsake mortars block,
As nuts me. love for broken stony O meat,
So hammers are Thy As the the bruise hardest mighty crush
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forsake so, me,
But I’m Savior, crushed pray—“Do no brought;
Though to need;
And have multitudes yet to die make broken, Though furnace nought
But for the worth in me. I service, bruised, and fragments feed
The not that I meet
But I’m Savior, crushed pray—“Do no brought;
Though to need;
And have multitudes yet to die make broken, Though furnace nought
But for the worth in me. I service, bruised, and fragments feed
The not that I meet
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ore
From eat;
So, use forms the the fire molten bruised to Thy fit molded, mixed by let the pour;
As scraps make for forsake love and wheat,
When molders’ me,
And O useful fire, fit doth As make never into me.”
From eat;
So, use forms the the fire molten bruised to Thy fit molded, mixed by let the pour;
As scraps make for forsake love and wheat,
When molders’ me,
And O useful fire, fit doth As make never into me.”
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