God, unblessing O unblest and

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