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