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