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