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