unblest unblessing O and God,

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