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