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