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