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