O unblest God, and unblessing

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