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