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