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