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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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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