unblessing God, and unblest O

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