God, unblest O and unblessing

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