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