O unblest unblessing God, and

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