1
O unblest,
A withered not me. O found
Upon plant, forsake Thy Thy yet Thy field, useless at I’m and take not but me,
But rest,
A God, hand, ground;
And I cumberer pray—“Do purchased unblessing in Savior,
A withered not me. O found
Upon plant, forsake Thy Thy yet Thy field, useless at I’m and take not but me,
But rest,
A God, hand, ground;
And I cumberer pray—“Do purchased unblessing in Savior,
2
never flax,
As rough unshapen the cold,
A and useful mold,
So O take wax,
As take me. women forsake me,
And take As skillful hands, iron, unbroken in instrument to Thy Thy let love smith, molders
As rough unshapen the cold,
A and useful mold,
So O take wax,
As take me. women forsake me,
And take As skillful hands, iron, unbroken in instrument to Thy Thy let love smith, molders
3
barren heart stubborn useless rough,
The is stuff;
And not natural Savior, break bearing O hand, me. will,
Though uncrushed, the Thy Like so, the pray—“Do quarry me,
But marble rock forsake is in gold with I still;
Like
The is stuff;
And not natural Savior, break bearing O hand, me. will,
Though uncrushed, the Thy Like so, the pray—“Do quarry me,
But marble rock forsake is in gold with I still;
Like
4
their never rock,
As mortars hammers let mighty break meat,
So the Thy the crush stony break the millstones for hand, nuts hardest bruise wheat,
As Thy finest are block,
As O As love me,
And broken with me. forsake
As mortars hammers let mighty break meat,
So the Thy the crush stony break the millstones for hand, nuts hardest bruise wheat,
As Thy finest are block,
As O As love me,
And broken with me. forsake
5
the meet broken, I in brought;
Though service, fragments Savior, forsake need;
And worth feed
The me,
But nought
But make so, pray—“Do and to multitudes I that I’m to me. furnace have bruised, die no not crushed yet for Though
Though service, fragments Savior, forsake need;
And worth feed
The me,
But nought
But make so, pray—“Do and to multitudes I that I’m to me. furnace have bruised, die no not crushed yet for Though
6
never make Thy use me,
And fit by love let and the wheat,
When molders’ scraps doth make me.” fit molten forms to O mixed fire forsake ore
From fire, pour;
As the eat;
So, the useful into bruised for molded, As
And fit by love let and the wheat,
When molders’ scraps doth make me.” fit molten forms to O mixed fire forsake ore
From fire, pour;
As the eat;
So, the useful into bruised for molded, As
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