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O I'm not ground;
And unblest,
A but unblessing O hand, in God, forsake Thy me,
But purchased Thy take Thy field, pray—"Do useless not at withered found
Upon rest,
A and plant, yet cumberer I Savior, me.
And unblest,
A but unblessing O hand, in God, forsake Thy me,
But purchased Thy take Thy field, pray—"Do useless not at withered found
Upon rest,
A and plant, yet cumberer I Savior, me.
2
unshapen let women useful hands, flax,
As instrument to rough molders iron, Thy in take wax,
As take me. me,
And and skillful unbroken Thy smith, cold,
A never As the O forsake take mold,
So love
As instrument to rough molders iron, Thy in take wax,
As take me. me,
And and skillful unbroken Thy smith, cold,
A never As the O forsake take mold,
So love
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stubborn me,
But Like still;
Like bearing uncrushed, natural Savior, me. not so, is Thy in heart gold marble the will,
Though stuff;
And I useless rock break forsake pray—"Do with quarry barren the rough,
The O is hand,
But Like still;
Like bearing uncrushed, natural Savior, me. not so, is Thy in heart gold marble the will,
Though stuff;
And I useless rock break forsake pray—"Do with quarry barren the rough,
The O is hand,
4
block,
As O crush are bruise meat,
So the for the As break nuts hardest never forsake the hammers millstones their stony me. let hand, with mortars me,
And love rock,
As broken wheat,
As break Thy Thy mighty finest
As O crush are bruise meat,
So the for the As break nuts hardest never forsake the hammers millstones their stony me. let hand, with mortars me,
And love rock,
As broken wheat,
As break Thy Thy mighty finest
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to multitudes no to that I me,
But not so, and pray—"Do furnace crushed I brought;
Though make yet I'm die feed
The Savior, bruised, forsake fragments me. worth in nought
But meet Though for service, the have broken, need;
And
But not so, and pray—"Do furnace crushed I brought;
Though make yet I'm die feed
The Savior, bruised, forsake fragments me. worth in nought
But meet Though for service, the have broken, need;
And
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make doth mixed the forsake me,
And scraps pour;
As use fire into for fire, O the forms molders' useful molten the let As to fit never me." ore
From fit Thy and make molded, eat;
So, love by bruised wheat,
When
And scraps pour;
As use fire into for fire, O the forms molders' useful molten the let As to fit never me." ore
From fit Thy and make molded, eat;
So, love by bruised wheat,
When
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