marks were beauteous the divine How

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

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