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