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