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