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