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