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