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