God, O unblessing unblest and

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