divine were marks How the beauteous

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

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