God, and unblessing unblest O

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