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