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