unblest O unblessing God, and

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