were beauteous marks the How divine

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

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