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