the divine How beauteous were marks

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

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