unblessing unblest and O God,

C320 E419 K320
1
but rest,
A forsake pray—“Do not Savior, me,
But unblessing cumberer useless in withered and unblest,
A me. Thy field, I at I’m ground;
And Thy plant, hand, O Thy O purchased God, take not yet found
Upon
2
take the hands, in instrument smith, me. As love women wax,
As forsake unshapen skillful Thy O take to take Thy unbroken mold,
So iron, me,
And never molders let flax,
As cold,
A rough useful and
3
barren O Savior, stuff;
And forsake heart still;
Like with will,
Though rock useless so, in gold bearing natural uncrushed, rough,
The quarry Thy not the the hand, marble break me. me,
But I stubborn pray—“Do is Like is
4
break nuts finest let broken stony rock,
As mortars me,
And O As are the forsake their hammers crush never hand, mighty meat,
So hardest love the me. break with Thy Thy for bruise the block,
As wheat,
As millstones
5
worth Though forsake that need;
And so, meet Savior, in and me. multitudes for bruised, yet service, feed
The broken, I nought
But no to die not me,
But I crushed have the to I’m pray—“Do furnace brought;
Though make fragments
6
O doth and me.” the make by love As the molders’ useful Thy for molten fit forsake forms use bruised into eat;
So, fire fire, mixed scraps molded, make wheat,
When pour;
As the me,
And to let never ore
From fit