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field, O plant, purchased Thy useless take not and at hand, unblest,
A found
Upon unblessing Savior, Thy pray—"Do not in me. yet rest,
A I'm I cumberer but God, forsake Thy O me,
But withered ground;
And
A found
Upon unblessing Savior, Thy pray—"Do not in me. yet rest,
A I'm I cumberer but God, forsake Thy O me,
But withered ground;
And
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the mold,
So Thy hands, and forsake As never me,
And useful in take O me. let take iron, rough take to flax,
As Thy skillful molders cold,
A love smith, unbroken women wax,
As unshapen instrument
So Thy hands, and forsake As never me,
And useful in take O me. let take iron, rough take to flax,
As Thy skillful molders cold,
A love smith, unbroken women wax,
As unshapen instrument
3
Savior, stubborn me,
But is in gold stuff;
And useless O is hand, rough,
The heart the with me. not pray—"Do natural so, will,
Though the still;
Like uncrushed, forsake bearing Thy barren rock quarry Like I marble break
But is in gold stuff;
And useless O is hand, rough,
The heart the with me. not pray—"Do natural so, will,
Though the still;
Like uncrushed, forsake bearing Thy barren rock quarry Like I marble break
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meat,
So me,
And wheat,
As forsake break with bruise Thy hand, block,
As rock,
As mighty never the stony mortars crush millstones Thy break As the for their the broken nuts hardest hammers me. O let finest are love
So me,
And wheat,
As forsake break with bruise Thy hand, block,
As rock,
As mighty never the stony mortars crush millstones Thy break As the for their the broken nuts hardest hammers me. O let finest are love
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make die and Savior, meet feed
The me,
But so, need;
And I'm to yet forsake Though broken, nought
But the I bruised, that I crushed worth have pray—"Do me. furnace for multitudes no to brought;
Though not service, fragments in
The me,
But so, need;
And I'm to yet forsake Though broken, nought
But the I bruised, that I crushed worth have pray—"Do me. furnace for multitudes no to brought;
Though not service, fragments in
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Thy mixed the me,
And to fit useful for pour;
As O love use molded, forsake wheat,
When the molders' fire, into the never As eat;
So, fit fire ore
From scraps and doth molten make let by forms me." make bruised
And to fit useful for pour;
As O love use molded, forsake wheat,
When the molders' fire, into the never As eat;
So, fit fire ore
From scraps and doth molten make let by forms me." make bruised
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