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