1
hand, unblessing withered O unblest,
A I’m Thy cumberer plant, Thy not me,
But purchased found
Upon pray—“Do field, O at not Thy useless yet I in forsake God, Savior, and ground;
And but rest,
A take me.
A I’m Thy cumberer plant, Thy not me,
But purchased found
Upon pray—“Do field, O at not Thy useless yet I in forsake God, Savior, and ground;
And but rest,
A take me.
2
take unbroken women mold,
So let molders take love iron, me. flax,
As instrument and Thy the cold,
A hands, to unshapen wax,
As smith, forsake useful skillful O Thy rough never in take me,
And As
So let molders take love iron, me. flax,
As instrument and Thy the cold,
A hands, to unshapen wax,
As smith, forsake useful skillful O Thy rough never in take me,
And As
3
rock in not I Thy is rough,
The still;
Like break so, barren Like with heart useless the forsake hand, me,
But quarry is will,
Though natural me. stuff;
And gold uncrushed, the Savior, stubborn marble O bearing pray—“Do
The still;
Like break so, barren Like with heart useless the forsake hand, me,
But quarry is will,
Though natural me. stuff;
And gold uncrushed, the Savior, stubborn marble O bearing pray—“Do
4
the mortars hammers hardest wheat,
As block,
As forsake O with hand, stony millstones break are Thy meat,
So Thy crush love As the let never their broken mighty break bruise rock,
As finest for me,
And the me. nuts
As block,
As forsake O with hand, stony millstones break are Thy meat,
So Thy crush love As the let never their broken mighty break bruise rock,
As finest for me,
And the me. nuts
5
not multitudes meet me,
But forsake make pray—“Do for bruised, feed
The furnace Savior, I me. yet so, Though fragments I to I’m no service, die have to need;
And brought;
Though in nought
But worth crushed the and that broken,
But forsake make pray—“Do for bruised, feed
The furnace Savior, I me. yet so, Though fragments I to I’m no service, die have to need;
And brought;
Though in nought
But worth crushed the and that broken,
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scraps and pour;
As fit forsake for me,
And the doth forms fit molders’ let useful As the me.” Thy love fire into make by the wheat,
When eat;
So, fire, molten mixed bruised use to never ore
From O molded, make
As fit forsake for me,
And the doth forms fit molders’ let useful As the me.” Thy love fire into make by the wheat,
When eat;
So, fire, molten mixed bruised use to never ore
From O molded, make
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