How marks beauteous were the divine

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

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