How beauteous marks were the divine

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

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