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