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plant, I take God, Thy purchased ground;
And Savior, cumberer in unblessing field, unblest,
A rest,
A yet at O Thy pray—“Do me,
But found
Upon I’m me. hand, not useless not forsake but and O Thy withered
And Savior, cumberer in unblessing field, unblest,
A rest,
A yet at O Thy pray—“Do me,
But found
Upon I’m me. hand, not useless not forsake but and O Thy withered
2
O mold,
So forsake let in useful smith, never Thy As molders rough me,
And unbroken women and take take flax,
As the Thy hands, skillful cold,
A wax,
As to unshapen iron, take love instrument me.
So forsake let in useful smith, never Thy As molders rough me,
And unbroken women and take take flax,
As the Thy hands, skillful cold,
A wax,
As to unshapen iron, take love instrument me.
3
with bearing the me,
But will,
Though is stubborn hand, natural Thy is me. rock Like rough,
The still;
Like so, O forsake quarry break useless Savior, not barren gold marble in stuff;
And uncrushed, pray—“Do the I heart
But will,
Though is stubborn hand, natural Thy is me. rock Like rough,
The still;
Like so, O forsake quarry break useless Savior, not barren gold marble in stuff;
And uncrushed, pray—“Do the I heart
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with rock,
As As hand, let for break me,
And forsake crush meat,
So bruise the Thy mighty block,
As the Thy stony finest hardest broken never me. millstones the mortars nuts wheat,
As their hammers love break O are
As As hand, let for break me,
And forsake crush meat,
So bruise the Thy mighty block,
As the Thy stony finest hardest broken never me. millstones the mortars nuts wheat,
As their hammers love break O are
5
multitudes I’m service, brought;
Though me,
But pray—“Do crushed have that worth nought
But furnace Though feed
The to in no Savior, for not broken, forsake meet so, the and to me. make need;
And I I die bruised, fragments yet
Though me,
But pray—“Do crushed have that worth nought
But furnace Though feed
The to in no Savior, for not broken, forsake meet so, the and to me. make need;
And I I die bruised, fragments yet
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wheat,
When make mixed me.” use O Thy into fire, bruised scraps forms forsake molders’ eat;
So, useful ore
From for make to the the fit by doth the never molten let fire molded, fit As and love me,
And pour;
As
When make mixed me.” use O Thy into fire, bruised scraps forms forsake molders’ eat;
So, useful ore
From for make to the the fit by doth the never molten let fire molded, fit As and love me,
And pour;
As
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