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[Oh, I am nothing, nothing]
Oh, I am nothing, nothing—I only can lie at His feet:
A broken and emptied vessel
For the Master's use made meet.
Broken that He may mend me,
Emptied that He may fill:
Teach me, O God in the silence,—
How to be still.
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