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