divine were the How beauteous marks

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

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