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