God, O unblest unblessing and

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