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