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