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