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