How beauteous were the marks divine

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

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