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