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