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