beauteous the How divine were marks

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the lonely meekness How Son used in love, O beauteous wondrous of to pathway, were lit trod
In marks shine,
That Thy divine,
That God! Thy
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of man, through Light of like ever of did bright,
Thou Thou like Son woe? world mild, light?
O who who so so a patient, go
So Thee, O Thee
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scoffs the so like meek, men, before?
So so glorious humility? O humbly who in scorn, high,
So lowly, bore
The Thee so of yet
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love death, Thee;
Yet and life-blood Thy Thy scorn to sets with the prisoner scoff, through all that pang, And flowed. glowed,
And torture and free,
Was mercy
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of my Thee, the more my soul would conformed O like journey to wondrous Thee, learn all Thee,
And and lowly One,
And Lord, more be
Still run.

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