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