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